"Had she really no reason for it but mischief?" said Miss King.
Martin hesitated.
"She did begin some nonsense, ma'am, about having brought it in to lay an egg, or something like that."
"Hoodie," said Magdalen, "can't you leave off screaming and tell us about it?"
"No," said Hoodie, stopping at once and with perfect ease, "I can't leave off sc'eaming, and I won't. But I'll tell zou, 'cos it was for zou. I brought the little cock in to lay a egg for zour breakfast, 'cos zou said zou likened zem kite fresh, and now Martin's spoilt it all. Of course it c'owed to tell me it was going to lay the egg, and now it won't. It's all spoilt, and I must sc'eam."
True to her determination she set to work again and roared so that it was almost impossible to hear one's voice.
"What shall we do with her?" said her mother.
"May I take her to my room?" said Cousin Magdalen. "It is farther away from the other children, so she can't disturb them even if she screams all day."
Hoodie stopped again as suddenly as before.
"I won't go to zour room," she said. "I don't like zou now—not one bit."