“O, well,” said Royal, “only give him to me, and let me carry him. You will hurt him.”
“No, I won’t hurt him,” said Lucy; “I will be very careful indeed.”
So she put the tender little animal very gently in one of her hands, and covered him with the other.
“Give him to me,” said Royal, “and I’ll put him back again.”—Page 114.
“O, what soft feathers!” said Lucy.
“Yes,” said Royal; “and see his little bill sticking out between your fingers!”
Thus they went into the house,—first to Joanna, and afterwards to Miss Anne; and the hen, when the lost chicken was out of hearing, soon regained her composure. She had a dozen chickens left, and as she could not count, she did not know but that there were thirteen.
