Identifier: allforloveofladd00doug (find matches)
Title: All for the love of Laddie : written for children and those who love them
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Douglass, C. Y. (Charles York), 1884- Douglass, H. W. (Harriet Walden)
Subjects: Animals
Publisher: New York : Knickerbocker Press
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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run about any longer. The next day I proudly took them out for awalk by my old pen, but the Leghorns didnot seem to be as deeply impressed as I expected;and, instead of being glad I had not disappearedfor good, began laughing at me the same as ever.So I took my babies off to the barn-yard, andbegan teaching them to scratch. But if theLeghorns laughed, it was from ignorance andfolly; for I heard the humans say, I had a finefamily and made a good mother. And I considerthat praise enough for any hen. When my babies were grown, more eggs weregiven me and I raised another brood. But assoon as cold weather came, the Leghorns ceasedto lay; and one by one they were caught, weighed,and taken away—never to come back. Only afew of us remained all winter in our comfortablehouse. The next summer I raised four families,and am still as busy as ever. But this is myfourth summer, and I do not know how muchlonger I shall be here. And, Laddie, though Iam not graceful or beautiful, I feel I have ac- ft
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ABTOR Lfi.^OX -rll.De^.FOO^D- The Old Lady 153 complished a hens noblest mission—being a goodmother to many children. I have never laidmany eggs; and the Leghorns still laugh at me,though I put that down to jealousy long ago.But if they are jealous of me, I, in turn, am sorryfor them—for they will never know what itmeans to be a mother, and she closed her eyescontemplatively. Laddie, fearing she might go to sleep, spoketo her gently: What you have told me is most interesting,and I admire you very much indeed. But Iam afraid you quite forgot to tell me whatyou started to. I mean about your specialchildren. O, Laddie! Laddie! That proves I amgetting very old, for when I begin talking aboutmy younger days I forget ever3rthing else. Youhave listened carefully, but have not watchedclosely, or 3^ou would have seen for yourself.Now, Laddie, use your eyes, and tell me why Icall these babies special ones. Because they are so fat? No. Because they are so cunning? No, for all of my children

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