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<h2>II</h2><h3>A FINE FAMILY</h3></div>
<p>Henrietta Hen's neighbors paid little attention to her boasting, because
they had to listen to it so often. At last, however, there came a day
when she set up such a cackling as they had never heard from her before.
She kept calling out at the top of her lungs, "Come-come-come!
See-what-I've-got! Come-come-come! See-what-I've-got!" And she acted
even more important than ever, until her friends began to say to one
another, "What <i>can</i> Henrietta be so proud about? If it's only another
egg, she's making a terrible fuss about it."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>They decided at last that if they were to have any peace they'd better
go and look at whatever it was that Henrietta Hen was squawking about.
So they went—in a body—to the place where she had her nest, in the
haymow.</p>
<p>When Henrietta caught sight of her visitors she set up a greater clamor
than ever.</p>
<p>"Well, well!" cried the oldest of the party, a rather sharp-tongued dame
with white feathers. "What's all this hubbub about?" And then they
learned what it was that Henrietta wanted them to see.</p>
<p>"Did you ever set eyes on such a fine family?" she demanded as she
stepped aside from her nest and let them peer into it.</p>
<p>"A brood of chicks—eh?" said the lady in white. "Well, what's all the
noise about?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Henrietta Hen turned her back on her questioner.</p>
<p>"I knew you'd all want to have a look at these prize youngsters," she
said to the rest of the company. "You'll agree with me, of course, that
there were never any other chicks as handsome as these."</p>
<p>Henrietta's neighbors all crowded up to gaze upon the soft balls of
down.</p>
<p>"This is the first family you've hatched, isn't it?" Polly Plymouth Rock
inquired.</p>
<p>Henrietta Hen said that it was her first brood.</p>
<p>Her neighbors wanted to be pleasant. So they told her that her children
were as fine youngsters as anybody could ask for. And the old white
dame, squinting at the nestlings, said to Henrietta:</p>
<p>"They're the finest you've ever had.... But there's one of them that has
a queer look."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>All the other visitors tried to hush her up. They didn't want to hurt
Henrietta Hen's feelings. It was her first brood of chicks; and they
could forgive her for thinking them the best in the whole world. So when
they saw that old Whitey intended to be disagreeable they began to cluck
their approval of the youngsters, hoping that Henrietta wouldn't notice
what Whitey said.</p>
<p>Nor did she. Henrietta Hen was altogether too pleased with herself and
her new family to pay much attention to anybody else's remarks.</p>
<p>"I hope," said Henrietta, "that you'll all come to see my family often.
As the youngsters grow, I'm sure they'll get handsomer every day."</p>
<p>The neighbors thanked her. And crowding about old Whitey they moved
away. Old Whitey just had to go too.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</SPAN></span> She couldn't help spluttering a
little.</p>
<p>"What a vain, empty-headed creature Henrietta Hen is!" she exclaimed.
"She doesn't know that one of her brood is nothing but a duckling!"</p>
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