Meanwhile Johnnie was kept in occupation by Mrs. Worrett, who had got the idea firmly fixed in her mind, that the chief joy of a child’s life was to chase chickens. Whenever a hen fluttered past the kitchen door, which was about once in three minutes, she would cry: “Here, Johnnie, here’s another chicken for you to chase;” and poor Johnnie would feel obliged to dash out into the sun. Being a very polite little girl.
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