Mother Carey's Chickens
over the mantel shelf, an' that grassy Common an' elm trees! 'T wa'n't no house painter done these walls!"
"And look at this space between the two front windows," cried Kathleen. "See the hens and chickens and the Plymouth Rock rooster!"
"And the white calf lying down under the maple; he's about the prettiest thing in the room," said Gilbert.
"We must just let it be and think it out," said Mother Carey. "Don't put any new paper on, now; there's plenty to do downstairs."
"I don't know 's I should particularly like to lay abed in this room," said Osh, his eyes roving about the chamber judicially. "I should n't hev no comfort ondressin' here, nohow; not with this mess o' live stock lookin' at me every minute, whatever I happened to be takin' off. I s'pose that rooster'd be right on to his job at sun-up! Well, he could n't git ahead of Mis' Popham, that's one thing; so 't I should n't be any worse off 'n I be now! I don't get any too much good sleep as 't is! Mis' Popham makes me go to bed long afore I'm ready, so 't she can git the house shut up in good season; then 'bout 's soon's I've settled down an' bed one short nap she says, 'It's time you was up, Ossian!"'
"Mother! I have an idea!" cried Nancy sud-
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