"Oh, I like her well enough; and, anyway, I think a heap more of
her now, since she wrote me such an affectionate letter. Now,
Uncle, if you'll believe it, this next one is from the chickens!
Would you have believed that little bits of yellow chickens, in an
incubator, could write a nice, clear letter like this? I do think
it's wonderful! Just listen to it:

"DEAR MOPSY:

Why
Are you away?
We weep and cry
All through the day.

"Oh, come back quick,
Dear Mopsy Mop!
Then each small chick
Will gayly hop.

"We'll chirp with glee,
No more we'll weep;
Each chickadee
Will loudly peep."

"Well, that's certainly fine, Midget, for such little chickens. If
it were the old hen, now, I wouldn't be so surprised, for I see
her scratching on the ground every day. I suppose she's practising
her writing lesson, but I never yet have been able to read the
queer marks she makes. But these little yellow chickadees write
plainly enough, and I do think they are wonderfully clever."