CHAPTER FIFTEEN 
HAPPY ANIMALS 
Prnzaps I have said enough already about mak- 
ing our animals happy, but I can afford a short 
chapter to my hobby. I remember with sweet ten- 
derness a little mother who, when a sudden storm 
came up, fixed open umbrellas over her hens, that 
were hitched by their legs to keep them from set- 
ting. The less merciful wind lifted the umbrellas 
into the tops of neighboring apple trees. All the 
same, the little mother had done her best, and 
shown that she had a heart. The hens clucked on 
in the teeth of the storm, and oiled themselves from 
nature’s oil can. 
A neighbor, who had collected the water from 
the hills into his stable yard, where he had a splen- 
did fountain bubbling fresh for his horses, built 
over it a great well-house. I asked him why he 
did it, and he said it was purely to save time. 
“Perhaps, sir,” he said, “you never noticed that 
