And all the White Wyandottes came running. Mother Wyandotte and all
the little ones, and all their relatives, hurrying like fat old women
trying to catch the trolley car. Even lordly Father Wyandotte himself
stalked along a little faster than usual, and I guess the Big Gold
Rooster on the top of the barn tried to fly down too, but he was
pinned up there tight on the roof, and so couldn't accept the
invitation, much to his grave dissatisfaction.

Marmaduke put only one or two kernels of corn from his first pocket,
in the plates for the White Wyandottes, to hold them there until the
rest of the guests could come. He wanted to get them all together and
make a speech to them, the way Deacon Slithers did when they gave a
purse of gold to the minister. He was going to present himself with
something at that speech. He had it all planned out, you see.

So next he called the Pretty Pink Pigeons from their house on the top
of the barn.

"Coo, coo,
There's some for you."

And the Pretty Pink Pigeons accepted his invitation very quickly, and
he tempted them, too, all the way to the summer-house, with a little
of the bird-seed from the fourth pocket.

And then he called,--

"Goose, Goose, Goose--"

At first he couldn't think of anything nice for them, but just kept