Part 7 (1/2)

Henrietta Hen caught her breath.

”The mowing machine!” she gasped. ”Is Farmer Green going to use the mowing machine now?”

”Certainly!” said Ebenezer. ”I hear he's going to harness the bays to it to-morrow morning.”

”My! my!” Henrietta wailed. ”Isn't there any way I can stop him from doing that?”

”I don't know of any,” Ebenezer told her. ”I've often felt just as you do about it. There's n.o.body that dreads hearing the mowing machine more than I do.”

”You can't feel the way I do,” Henrietta declared.

”On the contrary,” the old horse insisted, ”I don't see how it can matter to you in the least. _You_ don't have to pull the mowing machine nor the hayrake. Besides, didn't you just tell me that my news about haying didn't interest you?”

”But it does!” Henrietta cried. ”I was mistaken. It means _everything_ to me. It's the worst news I ever heard in all my life.”

Old Ebenezer looked down at her with mild astonishment on his long, honest face.

”Why is it bad news?” he inquired. ”If you'll tell me, perhaps I can help you.”

So Henrietta Hen explained her difficulty. Whatever it was, it amazed Ebenezer. And he had to admit that he could think of no way out of the trouble.

”It was very, very careless of you,” he told Henrietta. Then suddenly he had a happy thought. ”Cheer up!” he cried. ”If Farmer Green sits on them, maybe they'll hatch.”

”Hatch!” she groaned. ”They'll _break_!”

And she ran out of the stall and hurried into the yard.

She was just in time to hear Farmer Green calling to his son Johnnie.

”Look here!” said he. ”I started to oil the mowing machine so I could use it to-morrow; and just see what I found in the seat!”

Johnnie Green came a-running. And there in the seat of the mowing machine, nestling in the hay which had been put there for a cus.h.i.+on the summer before, three eggs greeted Johnnie's eyes.

”They must belong to the speckled hen,” Johnnie decided. ”I knew she'd stolen her nest again. I couldn't find it anywhere.” He picked up the eggs and put them in his hat. ”She's a sly one,” he said.

That remark made Henrietta Hen somewhat angry. At the same time she was glad that Farmer Green had discovered the eggs before it was too late.

She wouldn't have liked him to sit on them.

It always upset her to see her eggs broken.

XVI

THE ROOSTER UPSET

During the summer Henrietta Hen roamed about the farmyard as she pleased.

To be sure, she always came a-running at feeding time. But except when there was something there to eat, she didn't go near the henhouse. She ”stole her nest,” to use Johnnie Green's words, now in one place and now in another. And at night she roosted on any handy place in the barn or the haymow, under the carriage-shed or even over the pigpens.