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"
I
’
m
glad
to
know
that
,
"
continued
the
yellow
hen
,
in
a
confidential
tone
;
"
because
,
if
one
is
going
to
talk
,
it
’
s
best
to
talk
correctly
.
The
red
rooster
has
often
said
that
my
cluck
and
my
cackle
were
quite
perfect
;
and
now
it
’
s
a
comfort
to
know
I
am
talking
properly
.
"
"
I
’
m
beginning
to
get
hungry
,
"
remarked
Dorothy
.
"
It
’
s
breakfast
time
;
but
there
’
s
no
breakfast
.
"
"
You
may
have
my
egg
,
"
said
the
yellow
hen
.
"
I
don
’
t
care
for
it
,
you
know
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
want
to
hatch
it
?
"
asked
the
little
girl
,
in
surprise
.
"
No
,
indeed
;
I
never
care
to
hatch
eggs
unless
I
’
ve
a
nice
snug
nest
,
in
some
quiet
place
,
with
a
baker
’
s
dozen
of
eggs
under
me
.
That
’
s
thirteen
,
you
know
,
and
it
’
s
a
lucky
number
for
hens
.
So
you
may
as
well
eat
this
egg
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
couldn
’
t
POSS
’
BLY
eat
it
,
unless
it
was
cooked
,
"
exclaimed
Dorothy
.
"
But
I
’
m
much
obliged
for
your
kindness
,
just
the
same
.
"
"
Don
’
t
mention
it
,
my
dear
,
"
answered
the
hen
,
calmly
,
and
began
preening
her
feathers
.
For
a
moment
Dorothy
stood
looking
out
over
the
wide
sea
.
She
was
still
thinking
of
the
egg
,
though
;
so
presently
she
asked
:
"
Why
do
you
lay
eggs
,
when
you
don
’
t
expect
to
hatch
them
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
habit
I
have
,
"
replied
the
yellow
hen
.
"
It
has
always
been
my
pride
to
lay
a
fresh
egg
every
morning
,
except
when
I
’
m
moulting
.
I
never
feel
like
having
my
morning
cackle
till
the
egg
is
properly
laid
,
and
without
the
chance
to
cackle
I
would
not
be
happy
.
"
