When the kittens' eyes were open they began to wander about at their own sweet will. Then Blackie was in trouble. In vain she clucked and scratched on the barn floor. The strange little nurslings would not come to her.
At last Blackie went away by herself. In a few weeks we saw her proudly marching along with six little downy chickens running after her.
"Cluck, cluck!" said the hen.
"Twee, twee!" said the chickens; and Blackie was contented.