Then the gray hen and the yellow hen and the speckled hen and the white banties came running as fast as they could run to get some of Jamie’s cake.
Old Speckle got the first bite, a great big one, and carried it off to eat it. Then Old Yellow came up one side and the rooster came the other side, and one took a bite, and the other took a bite.
Jamie began to cry. Mamma heard him. She came out, and said: “Shoo! shoo!”
JAMIE BEGAN TO CRY.
And away went the chickabiddies as fast as they could fly, and no more supper for them that night.
Mrs. C. M. Livingston.
OUT in the garden, wee Elsie
Was gathering flowers for me;