Then mamma said,—
"At the end of the garden, Rosy, there lives the good hen that gave us this nice egg, and a great many other hens, and very fine cocks too,—the cocks that you heard crowing this morning. Shall we go and see them after breakfast?"
"O, yes, yes, yes!" cried Rosy, clapping her hands, "that will be fun. I've almost done mine;" and the little girl made great haste to finish her bread and milk; but mamma said,—
"Ah, but not quite directly. I've not done my breakfast. If you have done yours, you had better go and see what nurse is doing, and ask her to get ready to come and hear papa read about Daniel in the lions' den."
Rosy did not mind waiting for that, for she was never tired of hearing that story. I dare say that some of her young friends know it too.
Her mamma got ready soon after, and they both went round to a part of the garden which Rosy had not seen before.
There they saw that one piece was railed off from all the rest, and that a hen-house was inside it.
Rosy's mamma opened a gate in the railing, and took her little girl into the enclosure amongst all the cocks and hens.
The cocks did not seem much to like this, and they both made a great crowing, and then marched off into the farthest corner, with a lot of hens after them.
Rosy said,—