"They're laughing at old Whitey," she said to herself. She hadn't the
slightest notion that they could be giggling at _her_. "Old Whitey must
be wrong," she thought. "But I may as well take her advice, for I don't
know what else to do."

Not long afterward Henrietta Hen came fluttering down from the haymow,
squawking at the top of her lungs for old Whitey. And as soon as she
found her, Henrietta cried, "Come up to my nest right away! I want to ask
your advice."

Although she didn't say "Please!" old Whitey went with her.

[Illustration: "Come Up to My Nest!" Cried Henrietta Hen. (_Page 50_)]




XI

OLD WHITEY'S ADVICE


Old Whitey--the most ancient hen in the flock--scrambled with some
difficulty up to the top of the haymow in Farmer Green's barn. She could
scarcely keep up with Henrietta Hen, whom she was following--by request.
And when she arrived, breathless, at Henrietta's nest that proud and
elegant creature turned a troubled face toward her.

"See!" said Henrietta. "I've taken your advice and laid another egg. But