My Flannel Rooster. pe

“Vou are a silly girl,” said he. ‘Of course I
comb them with my comb. But after all, one
must not expect too much,” he added. ‘It isn't
your fault, Margaret, that you are only a girl—we
can’t all be roosters. But now listen and I will
teach you how to crow.”

Then he began, and except that it sounded
somewhat soft and flannelly, he really did crow
very well. When he
had finished, he looked
at me, and actually
winked one of his
worsted eyes!

“Now listen again,” f
said he, “and prepare |
this time to hear
something really fine.
“‘Cock—a—doooo— ”
he began at the top of
his voice, when sud-

 

denly something hap-
pened. I think the people who made him must
have put too much stuffing in his little throat, but