Now the third little pig, whose name was Brownie, met a man with a load of bricks and he said to him: “Please, mister, will you give me those bricks to build a house with?”
The man gave him the bricks, and Brownie built himself a very snug little house with them.
He had just finished his house when the wolf came along.
“Little pig, little pig,” he said. “Let me come in!”
“No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff and I’ll blow your house in.”
But though the wolf puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed, he could not blow down Brownie’s house made of bricks.
So he said: “Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” asked Brownie.
“Over in Mr. Smith’s field. If you will be ready tomorrow morning, I will call for you and we will go together and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” answered Brownie. “I will be ready. What time do you want to go?”
“Around six o’clock,” answered the wolf.
