"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us
see how the chickens like this for a mother!"
Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little
chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against
the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a
mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the
can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving
the ends open for the chickens to go in and out.
[Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.]
"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it
will keep the chickens warm."
And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until
papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn.
PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS.
BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS.
Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle
and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this
was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins.
When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a
story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told
how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and
here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child
that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her.
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