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Show For the Sake of Novelty . Small Girl's Excellent Reasons for Wishing She Might Be a Hen, If Only on Occasional Sunday. Out back of the house, on a grassy bank overlooking the chicken yard, sat Miss Thung and Margaret last Sunday. They were absorbed, especially espe-cially Margaret, in watching the chickens. "They scratch just the same on Sunday," Sun-day," observed Margaret reflectively, "as they do on weekdays. It's wicked, I 'spose." "Oh, no. it isn't wicked," objected Miss Thung. "My mother says that 'musmenton Sunda? Is bad for the soul," remarked Margaret. "But chickens are not like little boys and girls, are they?" she questioned with a baby sigh. "Xo, they are quite different." "They haven't got a soul, have they?" pursued the child. "No." Margaret paused long and reflectively, reflect-ively, "f wish I was a hen," she said it last with decision. |