Reflected in an humble cottage pane!

THE BLACKBIRD
[_Thrusting out his head._] Can't call it off now, boys, he's started on
an ode!

THE TURKEY
[_Watching_ CHANTECLER _as by a series of stately hops he comes down a
pile of hay._] Here he comes, prouder than--

A HEN
[_Stopping in front of a small tin cone._] See there! The new-fangled
drinking-trough! [_She drinks._] Handy!

THE BLACKBIRD
Prouder than a drum major chanting as he marches:
"My country, 'tis of thee!"

CHANTECLER
[_Beginning to walk about the yard._]
Thou smilest on the--

ALL THE HENS
[_Rushing to the_ WHITE HEN _who is eating something._] What's she
eating?

THE WHITE HEN
Corn. Nothing but corn.

CHANTECLER