plumes on the hats of the circus ladies. When he throws back his head,
puffs out his throat, and calls to the Sun, he is indeed a wonderful
creature.

The little chicks are the ones Hepzebiah loves best. She can hold them in
her two hands like little soft yellow balls or the powder puffs which Nurse
uses on new little babies. The little chicks have such tiny voices, crying
"cheep, cheep, cheep," almost the way the crickets do all through the
night.

The chickens have cousins who--but there goes the clock--so that is
tomorrow night's story.




THIRD NIGHT

NOISY FOLKS


Do you remember what we were telling about last night when that little
tongue told us to stop? The little tongue in the Clock-with-the-Wise-Face
on the mantel?

Oh yes, the first cousins of the chickens who lived in the yard of the
three happy children.

Their first cousins are called ducks. Most of them are white but a few
are black. Their coats are very smooth, and the skin under them sends out