"Poor thing!" said the cook when Betty got home, "what an object she
looks to be sure! She is as light as a feather.
4. "The mother that hatched her won't know her again. I declare that I
don't believe this is our Betty at all, but some old rubbish of a bird
they have sent us instead!"
5. "Oh yes," said her mistress, coming up to look, "it is our Betty.
But I beg of you to get rid of her at once. I cannot bear the sight of
her after thinking she would get a prize."