“I wish one of you girls would come with me and hold the light,” ventured Janet, looking around at the faces in the semi-darkness.
“I’ll go with you, if you like, Jan,” offered Norma when no one else seemed over-anxious to take advantage of the invitation.
As Janet went to the kitchen to get the pan of corn-meal, Rachel added shortly: “Feed dem good ef you expecks us to git any sleep tonight!”
The girls sitting on the steps of the porch knew to a certainty the moment the pigs got their supper, for the tumult ceased suddenly. It was silent evidence that they were busy with the tardy supper.
Early in the morning, Rachel roused the household by shouting wildly: “Dem fowl’s got out and are in Natalie’s wegetables! Da’s whad comes f’om not feedin’ ’em supper afore bedtime!”
So Janet wearily ran out and raced about, first shooing away one hungry hen and then another, but finally calling on all her friends to help round them up and drive them back to the coop.
“I never knew anything to be more misappropriately named—Plymouth Rocks. The way those horny birds can skip around beats everything!” declared Janet, as she collapsed on the kitchen steps and wiped her streaming face.
“You’ve just got to keep them locked up until that new wire fence is finished, Janet,” commanded Natalie, angrily. “I’m not running a truck-farm for your stock to eat up.”
“Poor Nat! She has done nothing since the barnyard pets came, but replant vegetables twice a day,” laughed Belle.
After breakfast Janet said she would go to Four Corners and bring back the wire so that no time need be lost in immediately starting the fence.