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By
MABELL S. C. SMITH
THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING COMPANY
Cleveland, Ohio New York, N. Y.
Printed in the United States of America
“Carefully! O, do be careful, EthelBrown! I’m so afraid I’ll drop one ofthem!”
It was Ethel Blue Morton speaking to her cousin,who was helping her and their other cousin, DorothySmith, take Dicky Morton’s newly hatched chickensout of the incubator and put them into the brooder.
“I have dropped one,” exclaimed Dorothy.“Poor little dinky thing! It didn’t hurt it a bit,though. See, it’s running about as chipper as ever.”
“Are you counting ’em?” demanded Dicky,whose small hands were better suited than those ofthe girls for making the transfer that was to establishthe chicks in their new habitation.
“Yes,” answered all three in chorus.
“Here’s one with a twisted leg. He must havefallen off the tray when he was first hatched.” criedEthel Brown.
“He lookth pretty well. I gueth he’ll live if Ifeed him by himthelf tho the throng ones won’tcrowd him away from the feed panth,” said Dicky,examining the cripple, for in spite of his small supplyof seven years he had learned from his