The curly-haired hen . venture into the water. For hens, like cats, hate the water. Itwas unspeakable torture to her. The children would not listen;deaf to her prayers, her cries, these rascally babies ventured ?\£v s i*^? WtSW; h f - farther and farther out. They were at last and for the firsttime in their favourite element,—lighter than little corks, they A mothers DEVOTION 13 floated, dived, plunged, raced, fought, playing all sorts oftricks. Meanwhile, Yollande was eating her heart out. She rushed. to and fro, keeping her eyes glued on the disobedient she saw a mother-duck ch
The curly-haired hen . venture into the water. For hens, like cats, hate the water. Itwas unspeakable torture to her. The children would not listen;deaf to her prayers, her cries, these rascally babies ventured ?\£v s i*^? WtSW; h f - farther and farther out. They were at last and for the firsttime in their favourite element,—lighter than little corks, they A mothers DEVOTION 13 floated, dived, plunged, raced, fought, playing all sorts oftricks. Meanwhile, Yollande was eating her heart out. She rushed. to and fro, keeping her eyes glued on the disobedient she saw a mother-duck chasing her darlings. Thiswas more than she could bear,—driven by her maternal instinctshe leapt like a fury to the aid of her family. A flap or two of her wings and she was above the waterinto which she fell at the deepest part. 14 THE CURL Y-H AIRED HEN Splashing,—struggling madly in the midst of her frightenedbrood,—she was soon exhausted and succumbing to syncope,she sank to the bottom. The surface of the water closed above her. The little ones
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