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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</SPAN></span>
<h2>XVII</h2><h3>A SIGN OF RAIN</h3></div>
<p>There was a terrible hubbub in the henhouse. The Rooster squalled so
loudly that he waked up every hen in the place. And when they heard him
crying that a skunk had knocked him off his roost they were as
frightened as he was, and set up a wild cackle. All but Henrietta Hen!
She knew there was no skunk there.</p>
<p>"Don't be a goose—er—don't be a gander!" she hissed to the Rooster.
"I'm the one that bumped into you."</p>
<p>The Rooster quickly came to his senses.</p>
<p>"Don't be alarmed, ladies!" he called to the flock. "There's no danger.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</SPAN></span>
There's been a slight mistake." He pretended that he hadn't been scared.
But he had been. And now he was somewhat uneasy about Henrietta Hen. He
feared he was in for a scolding from her.</p>
<p>"If you had answered me when I spoke to you I wouldn't have left my
perch in the dark," she told the Rooster severely. "When I moved to your
perch to see what was the matter I blundered into you. And then you
thought I was a skunk! You owe me an apology, sir!"</p>
<p>The Rooster was glad it was not lighter in the henhouse, for he felt
himself flushing hotly.</p>
<p>"You must pardon me," he said. "I had no idea it was you, for you waked
me out of a sound sleep."</p>
<p>"Sound sleep, indeed!" Henrietta Hen exclaimed with a sniff. "Why, you
had been crowing only a few moments before.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</SPAN></span> In fact it was your crowing
that roused me."</p>
<p>"No doubt!" said the Rooster. "But you see, I fell asleep again
immediately."</p>
<p>"Then you must be ill," Henrietta retorted, "for I've never known you to
go to sleep again, once you've begun your morning's crowing."</p>
<p>"But it's not morning now," the Rooster informed her. "It's not even
late at night—certainly not an hour since sunset."</p>
<p>Henrietta Hen was astonished.</p>
<p>"I noticed that the night seemed short," she muttered.</p>
<p>The Rooster thought it a great joke.</p>
<p>"Ha! ha!" he laughed. And he said to the rest of the flock, with a
chuckle, "Henrietta thought it was morning! No doubt she'd have gone out
into the yard if the door hadn't been shut." And the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</SPAN></span> other hens all
tittered. They always did, if the rooster expected them to.</p>
<p>Well, if there was one thing that Henrietta Hen couldn't endure, it was
to be laughed at.</p>
<p>"Don't be silly!" she cried. "Why shouldn't I think it was morning, when
he crowed almost in my ear?"</p>
<p>"Don't you know why I crowed?" the Rooster asked her. And without
waiting for any reply, he said, "I crowed to let Farmer Green know it
was going to rain to-morrow."</p>
<p>Of course Henrietta Hen had to have the last word. The Rooster might
have known she would.</p>
<p>"Then," she observed, "I suppose you squawked to let him know there was
a skunk in the henhouse."</p>
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