. The black aunt. Stories and legends for children . arm yard. There they said it wastrue their eggs were taken away from them, but theyhad a warm roost and good food; here in the woods thefox brake their eggs and ate them up themselves into thebargain. 46 The Cockerel, who had himself privately begun tolong for the heap of barley corns, agreed at once to goback, but advised the hens for the future to leave offcackling so as not always to betray where the eggs they were not disposed to be advised by him. Theysaid that when they cackled they did it because theyknew they had done a good
. The black aunt. Stories and legends for children . arm yard. There they said it wastrue their eggs were taken away from them, but theyhad a warm roost and good food; here in the woods thefox brake their eggs and ate them up themselves into thebargain. 46 The Cockerel, who had himself privately begun tolong for the heap of barley corns, agreed at once to goback, but advised the hens for the future to leave offcackling so as not always to betray where the eggs they were not disposed to be advised by him. Theysaid that when they cackled they did it because theyknew they had done a good thing; but that he often setup his noise without any reason; at least none of themhad ever seen that he had laid an egg, and so he hadnothing to say about the matter. Then the Cockerel wasashamed and held his tongue and led his family back tothe farm yard where they fell upon the heap of barley-corns with a very keen appetite. There they live tothis very day and have the same sort of food, the samecackling and the same trouble. PAPER, INK AND tyjnce a professor had pa-per, ink and pen on hiswriting table just as allprofessors have. A pro-fessor, my dear children,is a man to whom grownpeople go to school justas you children do to theschoolmaster: a man whohas learned a great deal,so much, in fact, that veryoften he cannot tell what he shall do with all the thingshe has in his head, and so forgets a great many of them:a man who has read very many books and writes almostas many as he has read, for which purpose he has needof paper, pens and ink. 2 48 Such was the professor, who was now sitting beforehis writing table thinking over a new book that he wasgoing to write. He had his pen already in his hand, butit was evening, or else he was tired of work; at any ratehis eyes closed and he nodded away fast asleep. Thenlie thought he heard a rustling and the paper began tostir and crackle and at last he heard it say very softly:«I should like to know what the professor would do
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