The curly-haired hen . This inexplicable impulse terrified their mama. She was, infact, as mad as a wet hen. 12 THECURL Y-H AIRED HEN She ran up and down, her feathers on end, her face swollen,her crest red, clucking away, trying to persuade her babies not to ,(v/->».. 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 co
The curly-haired hen . This inexplicable impulse terrified their mama. She was, infact, as mad as a wet hen. 12 THECURL Y-H AIRED HEN She ran up and down, her feathers on end, her face swollen,her crest red, clucking away, trying to persuade her babies not to ,(v/->».. 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
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