Illustration: _Putting the hen into the basket._

Numbers came to inquire our price, I was lifted up, and pricked, and

pulled about, to see whether I was fat; but the distress I had of late

been in, had made me very thin, I was therefore always thrown down

again, with this observation, why, what a bag of bones this hussey is, I

would not have her if you would give her to me.

All my companions were sold, and I remained till night tired and hungry.

Towards the close of the market, when the people were preparing to

return home, a little girl passed by me with a piece of bread in her

hand; urged by hunger I pecked at it, and when she patted me, though my

poor sides were all over bruises, I would not appear as if she hurt me,

but rubbed my head against her hand; she seemed much delighted with me,

crying out, Oh! what a nice tame little creature, how I wish you were

mine, but I fear I have not money enough to buy you. Why what can you

give? (said the man who brought me from the farm.) I have but one

shilling; but I will give you all that. Very well, you shall have it

then, for I am sure there is not any use in taking it back.

Little Ann, my new mistress, took me directly home; her mother lived in

a thatched cottage, and was very poor: when she heard Ann had given all

her money for me, she was very angry. Oh dear mother! you know it will

soon lay eggs, which we can sell, and get chickens besides. You foolish

girl, you cannot get both, what do you intend to feed it with? and we

have no place to keep it in. Oh, we can keep it very well in the wood

house, I will put up a perch for it, we will give it some crumbs to

night, and to morrow it will provide for itself.

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