once more. 
"It isn't what you might really call a story," Mrs. Goose replied. "I only 
spoke of it to remind Mr. Gander how he himself talked about those 
who think only of what can be eaten. Not more than a month ago Mrs. 
Wild Goose flew down into our yard, and one would have thought that 
she owned the entire farm, to hear her talk. 
"'This seems to be quite a comfortable place,' she said, walking around 
and poking her bill into every corner before she had spoken to any of us. 
'I have seen better yards, of course; but a goose who has traveled as 
much as I have, learns to make the best of everything. It looks as if Mr. 
Man gave you all you wanted to eat.' 
"'So he does,' Mr. Dorking Rooster said, and we have nothing to do but 
enjoy ourselves.' 
"'Indeed!' Mrs. Wild Goose cried. 'Then I'll stay right here. The doctor 
says I mustn't move around very much, and the climate seems to agree 
with me.' 
"Well, she was the greediest goose I ever saw. She would gobble up 
fully half of all the food that was brought into the yard, before one of us 
had time to swallow a single mouthful, and it did seem as if she 
couldn't get enough. Even Mr. Gander, who has just shown how greedy 
he can be, said that it really made him feel faint to see her show of 
gluttony. 
"When Mrs. Wild Goose had been with us about two weeks, Betty, the 
housemaid, came into the yard with a cloth over her head, and a big 
apron on. All of us who lived there knew what it meant, and ran for 
dear life, with Mrs. Wild Goose at our heels, as she shrieked: 
"'What is she going to do?'
"'She's going to pull out our feathers with which to stuff pillows and 
beds for Mr. Man to sleep on,' Mr. Gander said. 
[Illustration: Mrs. Wild Goose Goes Away in a Hurry.] 
"Dear me, dear me, I never will put up with such treatment as that! I 
only came here for a change of air and food, and couldn't think of 
parting with my feathers!' 
"Then, without stopping to thank us for the pleasant visit, off she flew 
to find another place where she could make a glutton of herself without 
having to pay or work. Some birds seem to think, as did Mrs. Pea-Hen, 
that they have nothing to do in this world but enjoy themselves; but I've 
lived long enough to know that we must do our full share of the work, 
if we want to take part in the play." 
"What did Mrs. Pea-Hen believe," your Aunt Amy asked, and Mrs. 
Gray Goose replied: 
 
WHEN MRS. PEA-HEN ABANDONED THE ORPHANS. 
"She always has looked, and always will look first after her own 
comfort or pleasure, no matter how much others may suffer. Any other 
bird on this farm would have been so ashamed, after doing what Mrs. 
Pea-Hen has, that she'd never hold up her head again, and what I'm 
going to tell you isn't the first selfish thing she has done. 
"About four weeks ago Mrs. Pea-Hen made a great fuss over wanting 
to bring up a family, and began to set on anything and everything she 
could find that looked like an egg. Well, Mr. Man made a nice nest for 
her, and put in it thirteen white eggs. No hen could have asked for a 
better place in which to show what she was able to do, and whenever 
any of us went to call on her, Mrs. Pea-Hen had a great deal to say 
about what she would do when her family came out of the shells. 
"I can't deny but that she sat there faithfully, and took proper care of the 
eggs, and, of course, out came thirteen as pretty little chickens as you 
could want to see. Mrs. Pea-Hen seemed to be real proud because she 
had so many babies, and after the last one was hatched she called all of 
them out for a walk. 
"They came from the nest with considerable noise, such as all 
youngsters make, and no sooner did she hear the first peep than Mrs. 
Pea-Hen turned around like a flash, looking at first one and then 
another until she had seen the whole brood.
"'Why, they are nothing but ordinary chickens!' she cried, and off she 
walked, paying no heed to the poor little things when they called after 
her for something to eat. 
"'Are you going away and leave those dear little babies with no one to 
care for them?' Mamma Speckle asked angrily, and Mrs. Pea-Hen 
replied, as if to say she didn't allow any one to meddle    
    
		
	
	
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