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<h2>IX</h2><h3>HAUGHTY HENRIETTA</h3></div>
<p>Feeling as important as she did, Henrietta Hen liked to have her own
way. She said that she couldn't be expected to do just as others wished.</p>
<p>"I'll take orders from nobody," she often declared. "And if I lay eggs
for Farmer Green I shall lay them when and where I please."</p>
<p>Henrietta took special delight in laying her eggs in out-of-the-way
places. She was never content to lay two in the same nest.</p>
<p>"If they left them for me perhaps I'd feel differently," she explained
to her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span> neighbors. "But Johnnie Green gathers every egg that he can
find. And if he takes my eggs I'll make him hunt for them, anyhow."</p>
<p>The older, more staid hens shook their heads when Henrietta talked like
that. They told her she was ungrateful.</p>
<p>"Farmer Green gives you a snug home and plenty of food," they reminded
her. "And the least you can do is to repay him. You ought not to make
trouble by hiding your eggs."</p>
<p>But Henrietta Hen couldn't—or wouldn't—agree with them.</p>
<p>"It's all very well for you to talk," she retorted. "If my eggs were
undersized I shouldn't mind losing them as fast as I laid them. But I
lay the biggest and finest eggs to be had. So it's only natural that I
should like to have at least <i>one</i> around to look at—and to show to
callers."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Now, there were plenty of other hens in the flock that laid eggs exactly
as big—or even bigger—than Henrietta Hen's. Some of them told her as
much. Yet it did them no good to talk to her. She wouldn't believe that
there were any eggs in the world to compare with hers. So her neighbors
learned after a while that they might as well let Henrietta Hen manage
her affairs as she pleased. They couldn't help hoping, however, that
somehow Farmer Green would find a way to outwit her.</p>
<p>"What can Henrietta Hen be so boastful about now?" the hens asked one
another one day. "She acts as if she thought more highly of herself than
ever."</p>
<p>They soon discovered the reason for Henrietta's unusually pompous
manner. For she began to make calls on all her friends. And she invited
everybody to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span> come to her latest nest high up in the haymow.</p>
<p>"I've something there to show you," she said with an air of mystery.
"You'll be surprised to see it."</p>
<p>Most of Henrietta's neighbors did not show any great curiosity to see
the surprise. They smiled at one another. "She's laid another
egg—that's all!" they whispered.</p>
<p>But there are always some that can't rest until they know everybody
else's business. And it was lucky that Henrietta Hen hurried home to
receive her callers, because she had a good many. They came even earlier
in the afternoon than was strictly fashionable. And they came in a
crowd, too. That, however, didn't bother Henrietta Hen. Nor could they
have arrived too soon to suit her.</p>
<p>"Look!" she cried, when they reached<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span> her nest high up in the haymow.
"Did you ever see anything to beat that?"</p>
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