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They lay," admitted Aunt 'Mira. "But I don't git more'n ha'f of what they lay. They steal their nests so. Ol' Speckle brought off a brood only yesterday. I'd been wonderin' where that hen was layin' for a month." "But, anyway, we can rake the yard and trim the edges of the walk," Janice said to Marty. "Ya-as, we kin," admitted Marty, grinning. "But will we?"
Coulter glanced at each other and smiled; then Mr. Dallas said, "It might be a good plan to go to the barn and see how old Speckle is getting on. Her time is about up, so perhaps we'll find some little chicks. I'll carry you there on my back." "And maybe we'll find some eggs," spoke up Florence, who dearly liked to hunt eggs. "We found two yesterday.
Goose: "Young Calf has given Teddy Boy a good tumble, and hopes he struck the little rascal with his left hind foot; but of that he can't be certain, because of being in such a hurry when he came away. Mamma Speckle has gone over to the pasture believing she may find Mr. Donkey there, and if she does, Teddy Boy and his friends will be glad to get away quickly." "I suppose Young Calf and Mr.
"Hope o' glory, neber!" said Aunt Judy, turning a look of interest on the girl. "Well, den, look h'yar. You know Miss Rob she got two beaux; one is Mahs' Junius, an' de udder is de gemman wid de speckle trousers from de Norf." "Yes, I know dat," said Aunt Judy. "Has dey fit?"
"Teddy has been trying for nearly a week to use that poor calf as if the baby was a horse that's what he's doing now, and Mr. Crow wrote some poetry about it. Of course old Mamma Speckle must run straight to Teddy Boy with it, and since then he has been carrying on worse than ever."
The three little girls and the two mothers had to leave their friends on the farm and go back to the city. The little girls said good-bye to every living thing on the place to the little pet rooster, to Red Chief, to the Speckle family, and to Mrs. Black Hen and her children who were now almost grown and had whole suits of clothes on. They said good-bye to Brown Betty and her children.
Pea-Hen tried to act as if she didn't hear what Mamma Speckle said; but she couldn't help it, for you know how loud the speckled hen talks. She never paid any attention to the babies, though, and the other fowls took care of them as best they could with babies of their own."
Man made me believe they were my own eggs, else I'd never sat on them a single hour, Mrs. Pea-Hen said, as she kept on walking away with never a look at the poor little babies, and Mamma Speckle called after her: "'You was so crazy to set that you would have tried to hatch out a nest full of stones, if you couldn't have found anything better! "Mrs.
"Only look at her!" said Tip-Top; "her eyes are like gold." "No, don't look," said Singer and Speckle. "She will bewitch you, and then eat you up." "I'd like to see her try to eat me up," said Tip-Top, again balancing his short tail over the nest. "Just as if she would. She's just the nicest, most innocent creature going, and only wants us to have fun. We never do have any fun in this old nest!"
There never was a prouder mamma than Madam Cluck when she led forth her family of eight downy little chicks. Chanticleer, Strut, Snowball, Speckle, Peep, Peck, Downy, and Blot were their names; and no sooner were they out of the shell than they began to chirp and scratch as gaily as if the big world in which they suddenly found themselves was made for their especial benefit.
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