"I will certainly do that," he answered.
The good woman went off, leaving Loony John very much perplexed. He did not know which hen his mother wanted. So, after thinking the matter over, he went into the hen-house and said:
"Which one of you is to be cooked for dinner?"
"Cluck—cluck—cluck!" answered a setting hen.
"Pshaw! don't talk Dutch!" protested Loony John; "I can't understand you."
"Cluck—cluck—cluck!" said the setting hen.
Loony John was more puzzled than ever, but he repeated the question:
"Answer! Which one of you is to be eaten for dinner to-day?"
By this time the frightened chickens had all run out of the house into the garden, leaving only the old setting hen who had been answering Loony John in Dutch.