"There!" cried Frank, "I told you the way to put a doll to sleep, is to whistle to it."
"So it is," said Mary. "Dear, little thing; it must be put in its bed now."
So they went into the house. Frank's basket was soon filled, and he went home happy.
LESSON LXI.
stood him self' flap'ping first twelve
flapped walked flap o bey' bet'ter
Chip'py food stone be fore' chick'ens kept
[Illustration: Hen and chicks.]
There was once a big, white hen that had twelve little chickens. They were very small, and the old hen took good care of them. She found food for them in the daytime, and at night kept them under her wings.
One day, this old hen took her chickens down to a small brook. She thought the air from the water would do them good.