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<h2>X</h2><h3>THE BIG, WHITE EGG</h3></div>
<p>When Henrietta Hen's callers crowded about her nest in the haymow they
expected to see something wonderful. But when they craned their necks
and peered into the little hollowed-out snuggery in the hay they
couldn't help being disappointed. And when they didn't burst forth with
cries of surprise and praise Henrietta Hen looked quite unhappy.</p>
<p>"I thought," she said, "you'd want to see this egg. I'm sure you never
beheld a bigger nor a whiter one than this."</p>
<p>They admitted that the egg was big and that it was very, very white. And
if their<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span> praise was faint, Henrietta never noticed it.</p>
<p>"Are you going to let Farmer Green have that egg?" one of the company
inquired.</p>
<p>"No doubt Johnnie Green will grab it as soon as he finds my nest," said
Henrietta with something like a sigh. "If I could only keep this one I
wouldn't care how many others he took."</p>
<p>Polly Plymouth Rock turned to old Whitey, a hen who had come with her to
the haymow.</p>
<p>"What do you think?" Polly asked. "Is Henrietta in danger of losing this
egg that she thinks so much of?"</p>
<p>"She needn't be alarmed," old Whitey answered. "If Johnnie Green robs
her of this one, I'll miss my guess."</p>
<p>"Oh! I'm glad to hear you say that!" Henrietta Hen cried. "Now I won't
need<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span> to worry—that is, if you know what you're talking about."</p>
<p>That, of course, was a most impolite way for Henrietta Hen to speak to
anybody of old Whitey's age. Whitey was the oldest hen in the flock. And
what she didn't know about such things as nests and eggs and roosts
wasn't worth knowing.</p>
<p>Polly Plymouth Rock didn't like Henrietta Hen's remark. She opened her
mouth.</p>
<p>And no doubt she would have said something quite sharp in reply. But old
Whitey stopped her.</p>
<p>"Never mind!" said Whitey. "The day will come when Henrietta Hen will
agree that my guess is a good one."</p>
<p>Still Henrietta Hen felt uneasy about that big, white egg.</p>
<p>"I do hope Johnnie Green won't find this new nest of mine," she
remarked.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"If he does, I fear he'll take my beautiful egg away from me."</p>
<p>"Lay another!" said old Whitey. "Lay another and he'll take that and
leave this one."</p>
<p>"I suppose I may as well try your scheme," Henrietta replied, "since
nobody suggests anything better."</p>
<p>"My idea's a good one, or I'll miss my guess," said old Whitey.</p>
<p>There was some snickering among Henrietta Hen's callers as they bade her
good afternoon and left her.</p>
<p>"They're laughing at old Whitey," she said to herself. She hadn't the
slightest notion that they could be giggling at <i>her</i>. "Old Whitey must
be wrong," she thought. "But I may as well take her advice, for I don't
know what else to do."</p>
<p>Not long afterward Henrietta Hen came fluttering down from the haymow,
squawking at the top of her lungs for old Whitey. And as soon as she
found her, Henrietta cried, "Come up to my nest right away! I want to
ask your advice."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span>Although she didn't say "Please!" old Whitey went with her.</p>
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