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"I've sold another story, Chickies," she said; "the one about the King of the Mussels, so there'll be buns for tea. You can go and get them as soon as they're baked. About eleven, isn't it?" Peter, Phyllis, and Bobbie exchanged glances with each other, six glances in all. Then Bobbie said: "Mother, would you mind if we didn't have the buns for tea to-night, but on the fifteenth?
As the child grows older his knowledge of life must grow also. In the country and in small towns the child becomes familiar with many important facts about life without any special effort being required to inform him. He learns that chickies hatch out of eggs and that the eggs have been laid by the mother hen.
Want to find your mamma, little boy, and go to Grandma's and play with all the pigs and chickies?" "I want zwieback." "You talked with the woman, did you?" said the conductor. "Did you find out what her name was?" "Let me see. Yes. It's Peters. She was talking about going to his folks', two miles out of Edgewater. She'll be worried to death about this one."
She wasn't a nice cuddly person like Mother, but after all it was she who had thought of packing up the odds and ends of things to eat. It was Aunt Emma, too, who had aired all the sheets ready; and the men who had moved the furniture had put the bedsteads together, so the beds were soon made. "Good night, chickies," said Mother. "I'm sure there aren't any rats.
"I hope it isn't a mouse!" Raggedy Ann said to herself, when she felt something move. "I wish the old hens would come back." But when they came back and saw the puzzled expression on her face, they cried, "What is it?" Raggedy Ann got to her feet and looked down and there were several little fluffy, cuddly baby chickies, round as little puff-balls. "Cheep! Cheep!
"Badshah accepts you, Mr. Wargrave," said Mrs. Dermot seriously. "And there are few whom he takes to readily." Eileen, with one arm around Frank's neck, stretched out the other to the elephant. "Me love Badshah," she said. The snake-like trunk lingered caressingly on her golden head. The baby caught and kissed it. "Now then, chickies, time for bed," said their mother. "Say goodnight to Badshah."
Naturally the Chickies and the Gooverooskies and the Epatkas the Burgomaster Gulls and the Kittiwakes and the Puffins, who are always looking for a chance to be rude, took up the cry, and so Limmershin told me for nearly five minutes you could not have heard a gun fired on Walrus Islet. All the population was yelling and screaming "Clam-eater! "Now will you tell?" said Kotick, all out of breath.
"Come on, old Hennypennies!" she said, and went out of the coop with the two old hens clucking at her heels. Marcella called Daddy and Daddy rolled two barrels out under one of the trees and made a nice bed in each. Then he nailed slats across the front, leaving a place for a door. Each Hennypennie was then given ten little chickies and shut up in the barrel.
Pained by the situation, The Hopper rose from the floor and coughed timidly. "Shaver, go fetch yer chickies. Bring yer chickies in an' put 'em on th' boat." Billie obediently trotted off toward the kitchen and The Hopper turned his back upon the Christmas tree, drew out the pocket-book and faced the company. "I beg yer pardon, gents, but mebbe this is th' book yer fightin' about.
So, for several days Raggedy helped the two hens hatch out the rest of the chickies and just as they finished, Marcella came inside looking around. "How in the world did you get in here, Raggedy Ann?" she cried. "I have been looking all about for you! Did the chickens drag you in here?" Both old hens down behind the box clucked softly to the chickies beneath them and Marcella overheard them.
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