136 Domestic Animals 



drink, and keeps them warm with her soft, downy 

 feathers. Every day she turns them half way over and 

 moves them around so that all will be kept warm, and 

 then after twenty-one days, if all goes well, she hears 

 a little 'chip, chip, peep, peep/ and out comes a downy 

 little chick; 'peep, peep, chip, chip,' and another 

 and another comes out, until there is a whole brood 

 of them, ready to run about, and crying for some- 

 thing to eat. Oh, they are so cunning, like fluffy 

 little balls, and the good mother hen takes such good 

 care of them, cuddling them under her warm wings 

 at night, calling them in out of the wet, scratching 

 up bugs and worms for them, calling, 'Cluck, cluck, 

 come quick, here's a 'worm! here's a bug! here's 

 Sally with some dough! hurry up, hurry, hurry/ 

 and oh, how they scamper!" She told them, too, 

 a little about hatching chickens in an incubator, 

 and showed them pictures of several kinds. 



One morning they found a group of eggs drawn 

 on the board, and out of one a little chicken was 

 peeping. Underneath was printed: 



"This is little yellow head, 



Who says he's very well. 

 He thought he'd rather take a walk, 

 Than stay inside his shell." 



