So Henrietta tried to behave as if nothing unusual had happened. She told
her chicks that they were going home that evening, and that she would be
glad to be back on the farm again, among plain home-folks.

At last Johnnie Green and his father came to load Henrietta and her
family into the wagon.

"Well," said the old horse Ebenezer to Henrietta. "Did you enjoy the
races?"

"I didn't have a chance to see them," she replied.

"That's a pity," he told her. And then he asked her, "What's that blue
tag hanging from your pen?"

"That--" said Henrietta--"that means that my chicks won the first prize."

"She helped win it herself," cried old dog Spot, who was yelping about
the wagon. "Our little speckled hen was the best hen at the fair!"

"Nonsense!" Henrietta exclaimed. But, all the same, she couldn't help
being pleased.

THE END

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