Among The Night People

"They are good children," she often said to herself, "if they are Black Spanish. They might be just as mischievous if they were speckled; still, I do wish that those stylish looking, white eared Black Spanish Hens would raise their own broods. I don't like to be hatch mother to other Hens' chickens." Then she would slide her eyelids over her eyes, and doze off, and dream that they were all speckled like herself.

 

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