An' Chicken-hawk bring come.
The next sister do the same an' get her frock.
Here comes the youngest one. She shut up her mouth an' was calling from her t'roat:—
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Chicken-hawk never give her.
When the big sister see that she won't call for them to see the teet' they leave her, an' she become 'fraid an' call out:—
