1 2 MRS. SNOW AND HER CHICKS.

 Oh, Granny is not a pretty name," said Bertha,
shaking her head. "What do you say to Snow,
as she is so white ? There isn't anything whiter
than snow, that I know of."
 Martha agreed that Snow was really very suit-
able, but could lend no assistance in naming the
chickens. She strongly advised that, in the mean-
time, they should just be called chicks. "They
will answer readily enough to that, missie, when
you cry," she said. "See! chick, chick, chick!"
she cried, and in a moment Mrs. Snow's eight little
chickens came fluttering to their feet, while their
mother strained her neck through the bars of the
coop where she was confined, and clucked very
Loudly. Bertha sprinkled a quantity of crumbs
Mrs. Bevan had given her for the chickens; and
then, by Martha's help, some were put into the
coop. She was very sorry to find Snow was not
a very good-natured hen by any means, but gave
Bertha a good peck on the hand; which was
certainly very naughty of her, because Martha
was at the very moment giving her some nice
soft food that she might feed her chickens with
it, and also some corn to herself. "She is a
good, quiet hen when she has no chickens," said
Martha; "but she is always so frightened we are