THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE CHICKENS.
WAS looking down on a barn-yard yesterday," said the moon, "there
I saw a clucking hen, with eleven little chickens, that looked like yellow
puff balls, running about the yard; presently a little blue-eyed girl came
out of the house, and began running and jumping after the chickens, which
frightened the old hen very much, and she clucked and spread her wings in
terror over her little brood. Then the child's father came out and scolded
her, and I glided away, and thought no more of the matter. But this
evening, only a few minutes ago, I again looked into the barn-yard. Every
thing was quiet. Directly I saw the same little girl come out; she stepped
lightly across to the hen-house, pushed back the bolt and slipped in among
the hens and chickens. They cried out loudly and came fluttering down
from their perches, as the little one ran after them, I saw it all plainly
through a hole in the wall. I felt quite provoked with the child, I was
quite glad to see her father coming after her. As he held her by the arm,
she hung down her head, and her blue eyes were full of large tears.
"'What are you doing my child, frightening the chickens so?' he asked.
"She wept and said, 'I wanted to kiss the hen, and beg her pardon
for frightening her yesterday, but I did not like to tell you so papa.' Then
the father kissed the innocent child, and taking her in his arms carried
her into the house."