Well, if there was one thing that Henrietta Hen couldn't endure, it was to be laughed at.
"Don't be silly!" she cried. "Why shouldn't I think it was morning, when he crowed almost in my ear?"
"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."
Of course Henrietta Hen had to have the last word. The Rooster might have known she would.
"Then," she observed, "I suppose you squawked to let him know there was a skunk in the henhouse."
XVIII
IN NEED OF ADVICE
Something was troubling Henrietta Hen. She seemed to have some secret sorrow. No longer did she move with her well-known queenly manner among her neighbors in the farmyard. Instead, she spent a good deal of her time moping. And no one could guess the reason. She didn't even care to talk to anybody—not even to boast about her fine, speckled coat. And that certainly was not in the least like Henrietta Hen.