Then the child's father came out and scolded her, and I glided away, and thought no more of the matter. But this evening, only a few minutes ago, I again looked into the barn-yard. Every thing was quiet. Directly I saw the same little girl come out; she stepped lightly across to the hen-house, pushed back the bolt and slipped in among the hens and chickens. They cried out loudly and came fluttering down from their perches, as the little one ran after them, I saw it all plainly through a hole in the wall. I felt quite provoked with the child, I was quite glad to see her father coming after her. As he held her by the arm, she hung down her head, and her blue eyes were full of large tears.
"'What are you doing my child, frightening the chickens so?' he asked.
"She wept and said, 'I wanted to kiss the hen, and beg her pardon for frightening her yesterday, but I did not like to tell you so papa.' Then the father kissed the innocent child, and taking her in his arms carried her into the house." |
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