She sat and sat a good many days, and then one morning when Johnny went to look, sure enough, the goslings had come!
They had no feathers on, and they had long, ugly necks and big feet.
“I don’t like ’em,” said Johnny.
The little goslings grew fast. They had a nice farmyard to live in, and a little brook to paddle in.
At night the farmer shut them up in the barn, so that the cats and dogs could not eat them up.
In a few days they were all covered with pretty feathers.
Then Johnny liked them.
By and by the little goslings were old enough to go with their father and mother and aunts and uncles to swim in a big lake. That made them very, very happy.
Then they grew to be big geese, and wore a lot of feathers, and Johnny had a pillow, which he enjoyed very much, made from the soft down that grew on their white breasts.
Mrs. C. M. Livingston.