One day when Grunty Pig was at home, in the pigpen, a squeaky voiced piped "Good morning!" to him. Looking up, Grunty saw a plump little gentleman clinging to the top board on one side of the pen.  
"Good morning!" Grunty answered. "May I inquire what your name is?"
 
"I'm Moses Mouse," his caller replied.
 
"Do you live in the piggery?—or in the barn?" Grunty asked him.
 
"Neither!" said Moses Mouse. "I live in the . My wife and I have a nest in the wall.... The cat's away," he105 explained. "That's why I to stroll across the yard and visit you folks out here."
 
"Some people," said Grunty Pig, "have all the luck. You live in the farmhouse. Miss Kitty Cat lives in the farmhouse—when she's at home. And old dog Spot spends a good deal of his time there—especially in cold weather. It must be pleasant to have your home where there's always plenty to eat, whenever you happen to feel hungry."
 
"Miss Kitty Cat and old dog Spot always fare well," Mr. Mouse admitted. "But I've often gone to bed half starved. Maybe you didn't know that Mrs. Green is terribly neat. She doesn't leave much food around for us Mice."
 
"Well," Grunty remarked, "it's an honor, anyhow, to live in the farmhouse. You ought not to complain about the food,106 even if it is a bit scarce at times. I'd be glad to live there. And I dare say I'd find a plenty to eat. The farmhouse is where the sour milk comes from."
 
"If you feel like that," said Moses Mouse, "why don't you join us? Why don't you come to the farmhouse for the winter, anyhow?"
 
Grunty Pig shook his head.
 
"No!" he sai............