Book Excerpt: ...y. The red rooster has often said that my cluck and my cackle were quite perfect; and now it's a comfort to know I am talking properly.""I'm beginning to get hungry," remarked Dorothy. "It's breakfast time; but there's no breakfast.""You may have my egg," said the yellow hen. "I don't care for it, you know.""Don't you want to hatch it?" asked the little girl, in surprise."No, indeed; I never care to hatch eggs unless I've a nice snug nest, in some quiet place, with a baker's dozen of eggs under me. That's ...
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Book Excerpt: ...y. The red rooster has often said that my cluck and my cackle were quite perfect; and now it's a comfort to know I am talking properly.""I'm beginning to get hungry," remarked Dorothy. "It's breakfast time; but there's no breakfast.""You may have my egg," said the yellow hen. "I don't care for it, you know.""Don't you want to hatch it?" asked the little girl, in surprise."No, indeed; I never care to hatch eggs unless I've a nice snug nest, in some quiet place, with a baker's dozen of eggs under me. That's thirteen, you know, and it's a lucky number for hens. So you may as well eat this egg.""Oh, I couldn't poss'bly eat it, unless it was cooked," exclaimed Dorothy. "But I'm much obliged for your kindness, just the same.""Don't mention it, my dear," answered the hen, calmly, and began pruning her feathers.For a moment Dorothy stood looking out over the wide sea. She was still thinking of the egg, though; so presently she asked: "Why do you...
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