Seems to me I must be growing big very fast. I don't believe I could
get back into that little house if I should try. I don't want to go
back, either. I had to work too hard to get out the first time. There
was no door, so I had to break the house all in pieces with my little
beak. I couldn't stand up, you know, when I was inside. I got very
tired sitting on my little legs. I wonder how I knew enough to break
open my little house? Nobody ever told me that it was prettier in the
garden than in my house. 'Tis rather cold out here. I never was cold
before; seems to me some little chick has carried off a part of my
house. If I see him, with it, I'll tell him he's a thief. Oh, dear,
dear! something is scratching my back. May be it's the little thief! I
wish I could look and see who it is.
[Illustration: {A JUST-HATCHED CHICK.}]