The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind
stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy
scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake -- not
a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it
ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days
were over. The sow had it by the neck, and the shoat had the tail.