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"
It
’
s
strange
,
"
said
the
girl
,
reflectively
;
"
but
as
I
’
m
not
a
hen
I
can
’
t
be
’
spected
to
understand
that
.
"
"
Certainly
not
,
my
dear
.
"
Then
Dorothy
fell
silent
again
.
The
yellow
hen
was
some
company
,
and
a
bit
of
comfort
,
too
;
but
it
was
dreadfully
lonely
out
on
the
big
ocean
,
nevertheless
.
After
a
time
the
hen
flew
up
and
perched
upon
the
topmost
slat
of
the
coop
,
which
was
a
little
above
Dorothy
’
s
head
when
she
was
sitting
upon
the
bottom
,
as
she
had
been
doing
for
some
moments
past
.
"
Why
,
we
are
not
far
from
land
!
"
exclaimed
the
hen
.
"
Where
?
Where
is
it
?
"
cried
Dorothy
,
jumping
up
in
great
excitement
.
"
Over
there
a
little
way
,
"
answered
the
hen
,
nodding
her
head
in
a
certain
direction
.
"
We
seem
to
be
drifting
toward
it
,
so
that
before
noon
we
ought
to
find
ourselves
upon
dry
land
again
.
"
"
I
shall
like
that
!
"
said
Dorothy
,
with
a
little
sigh
,
for
her
feet
and
legs
were
still
wetted
now
and
then
by
the
sea
-
water
that
came
through
the
open
slats
.
"
So
shall
I
,
"
answered
her
companion
.
"
There
is
nothing
in
the
world
so
miserable
as
a
wet
hen
.
"
