"At the end of the garden, Rosy, there lives the good hen that gave us
this nice egg, and a great many other hens, and very fine cocks
too,--the cocks that you heard crowing this morning. Shall we go and see
them after breakfast?"
"O, yes, yes, yes!" cried Rosy, clapping her hands, "that will be fun.
I've almost done mine;" and the little girl made great haste to finish
her bread and milk; but mamma said,--
"Ah, but not quite directly. I've not done my breakfast. If you have
done yours, you had better go and see what nurse is doing, and ask her
to get ready to come and hear papa read about Daniel in the lions' den."
Rosy did not mind waiting for that, for she was never tired of hearing
that story. I dare say that some of her young friends know it too.
Her mamma got ready soon after, and they both went round to a part of
the garden which Rosy had not seen before.
There they saw that one piece was railed off from all the rest, and that
a hen-house was inside it.
Rosy's mamma opened a gate in the railing, and took her little girl into
the enclosure amongst all the cocks and hens.
The cocks did not seem much to like this, and they both made a great
crowing, and then marched off into the farthest corner, with a lot of
hens after them.