“If I was the Queen,” said Emily, “I should most certainly have a pig for a throne.”

“Perhaps she has,” suggested Harry.

“He does like being scratched,” she added presently in a very sentimental tone, as she rubbed his scurfy back.

The mate was watching:

“I should think you ’d like being scratched, if your skin was in that condition!”

“Oh how dis gust ing you are!” cried Emily, delighted.

But the idea took root.