THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 59

not with those in the house that my
story has much to do, and as I shall
make it too long if I do not take care,
I must hurry on to tell of an acquaint-
ance Maggy made one day, when she
was feeding the chickens.
--Pyom the side of Mr. Caswell’s house,
which was very large and handsome,
ran a long range of low stone build-
ings, which were occupied as kitchen,
wash house, and smoke house; at the
back of the last of these was the chick-
en house, and to this Maggy was sent
every morning by Diana, with the
scraps left from breakfast. One morn-
ing, as she was feeding the chickens,