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The
land
,
which
they
seemed
to
be
rapidly
approaching
,
since
it
grew
more
distinct
every
minute
,
was
quite
beautiful
as
viewed
by
the
little
girl
in
the
floating
hen
-
coop
.
Next
to
the
water
was
a
broad
beach
of
white
sand
and
gravel
,
and
farther
back
were
several
rocky
hills
,
while
beyond
these
appeared
a
strip
of
green
trees
that
marked
the
edge
of
a
forest
.
But
there
were
no
houses
to
be
seen
,
nor
any
sign
of
people
who
might
inhabit
this
unknown
land
.
"
I
hope
we
shall
find
something
to
eat
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
looking
eagerly
at
the
pretty
beach
toward
which
they
drifted
.
"
It
’
s
long
past
breakfast
time
,
now
.
"
"
I
’
m
a
trifle
hungry
,
myself
,
"
declared
the
yellow
hen
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
eat
the
egg
?
"
asked
the
child
.
"
You
don
’
t
need
to
have
your
food
cooked
,
as
I
do
.
"
"
Do
you
take
me
for
a
cannibal
?
"
cried
the
hen
,
indignantly
.
"
I
do
not
know
what
I
have
said
or
done
that
leads
you
to
insult
me
!
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
I
’
m
sure
Mrs
.
-
-
Mrs
.
-
-
by
the
way
,
may
I
inquire
your
name
,
ma
’
am
?
"
asked
the
little
girl
.
"
My
name
is
Bill
,
"
said
the
yellow
hen
,
somewhat
gruffly
.
"
Bill
!
Why
,
that
’
s
a
boy
’
s
name
.
"
"
What
difference
does
that
make
?
"
"
You
’
re
a
lady
hen
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
