She was just going to cry out in surprise, when the hen lifted her wings, and two more ran out from beneath them.
“Oh, I know. She had them under her feathers all the time.”
Clematis laughed and danced about, while the red hen clucked to her chicks and walked off very angry indeed.
Mr. Alder laughed also, and picked up the pail.
“Do you see that patch of raspberries down there, just beyond the hen house?” he asked.
Clematis nodded.
“I think there are some big, late raspberries down there. Would you like to pick a few? You’ll find them good.”
“For me to eat?”
“Yes, eat all you can find. They are good for little city girls.”
“Oh, thank you.” Clematis started toward the patch of raspberries.