| 单词 | Chicken Little |
| 例句 | “I was not running around like Chicken Little,” said Mr. Ortega, reading his screen. The House of the Scorpion 2002-01-01T00:00:00Z The water darkened and closed quickly over the place where Chicken Little sank. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z He dumped Chicken Little into a burlap sack and tossed him next to some egg crates and boxes of wool cloth. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z She thought of the women at Chicken Little’s funeral. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z Problem was, my inner voice resembled Chicken Little: it was screaming that I was about to die, but it did that almost every time I laced up my climbing boots. Into Thin Air 1996-08-01T00:00:00Z In the colored part of the cemetery, they sank Chicken Little in between his grandfather and an aunt. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z Standing on the riverbank in a purple-and-white dress, Sula swinging Chicken Little around and around. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z She had stayed away from Sula’s funeral and accused Nel of drowning Chicken Little for spite. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z Just as the water closed peacefully over the turbulence of Chicken Little’s body, so had contentment washed over her enjoyment. Sula 1973-11-01T00:00:00Z Chicken Little What of doom from outer space? How will the world end? 2012-06-17T19:00:00Z "I'm not prepared to be Chicken Little yet, but if the films coming in 2012 can't reverse this trend, then I think we need to reevaluate our expectations," said Hollywood.com analyst Paul Dergarabedian. Movie crowds dip to 16-year low as apathy lingers 2011-12-28T20:32:11Z Advising people to “Shake it Off” rings false when the world around you is geared for your success. Here she comes off as a Chicken Little who knows quite well the sky isn’t falling. With her tough testimony, did we just meet the real Taylor Swift? 2017-08-11T04:00:00Z When the sky truly did fall on her, Swift dropped the Chicken Little act and revealed the canny, strong adult underneath. With her tough testimony, did we just meet the real Taylor Swift? 2017-08-11T04:00:00Z The original fairy tale concludes, in some editions, with Chicken Little falling into the clutches of Foxy-Woxy. What to See in New York Art Galleries This Week 2017-01-05T05:00:00Z It's why the hero of the same studio's Chicken Little was changed from female to male at great expense during production. Girls on film, from Twilight to Brave: Hollywood's new young female leads 2012-08-10T23:05:38Z But the film’s real subversive edge lies in its ability to out GOP policy for all of its naysaying, doomsday, Chicken Little rhetoric. Michael Moore’s gutsy new film: Our military has not won a war since World War II 2015-11-04T05:00:00Z And Twitter, as Twitter is wont to do, went full Chicken Little. Essential Arts & Culture: About Julius Caesar, the Ojai Music Festival, inequity and tower design 2017-06-17T04:00:00Z "We need to take these glaciers seriously without sounding like Chicken Little," Joughin said in an email. Antarctica’s Thwaites 'Doomsday Glacier' scientific study blocked by giant iceberg 2022-02-02T05:00:00Z “We need to take these glaciers seriously without sounding like Chicken Little,” Joughin said in an email. Giant iceberg blocks scientists’ study of ‘Doomsday Glacier’ 2022-02-02T05:00:00Z Wheeler counsels: “Clear heads are needed to separate what is only hypothetical possibility based on worst-case assumptions” — the FAA’s Chicken Little scenario — “from what is highly probable based on real-world use.” Opinion | The FAA’s 5G freakout raises a big red flag — about its competence 2022-01-18T05:00:00Z Mr. Levine was viewed by many — even by progressive members of his own party — as a kind of Chicken Little, anticipating and fearing the worst. Opinion | Mr. Levine spoke truths on resdistricting 2021-12-26T05:00:00Z “We don’t want to cause a sky-is-falling, ‘Chicken Little’ syndrome,” he said. Burned by wildfire, Northern California towns now fear flooding and toxic runoff from storm 2021-10-22T04:00:00Z "It is the city's clear attempt to force officers to 'Chicken Little, the sky is falling' into compliance," he said last week. Crime-hit Chicago grapples with police vaccine revolt 2021-10-21T04:00:00Z Faced with this possibility, the U.S. drug industry has gone into full Chicken Little mode. Column: Drug makers see disaster in Medicare negotiating prices. Don't listen to them 2021-09-16T04:00:00Z This was not T-ball, where Jordan — who is named after Michael Jordan — earned the nickname Chick, after the character Chicken Little. ‘I Didn’t Think the Sport Wanted Me Anymore’ 2021-06-24T04:00:00Z “Where are you going in such a hurry, Chicken Little?” Opinion | Chicken Little learns that Joe Biden wants to take away your hamburgers 2021-04-28T04:00:00Z The first was not sung by Chicken Little. Test your Oscar genius with our trivia challenge 2021-04-12T04:00:00Z But for goodness’ sake, can’t we approach constructive feedback in the mode of someone other than Chicken Little? Opinion | Strategy Tips for Democrats 2021-01-30T05:00:00Z “The ‘Chicken Little’ routine from folks like the Western Energy alliance isn’t fooling anyone.” Biden’s ‘blue-collar’ image threatened as oil-and-gas crackdown threatens jobs 2021-01-25T05:00:00Z Jordan’s helmeted head looked huge, like Chicken Little’s, as she stood at home plate, ready to smack another screamer, her mother said. ‘I Didn’t Think the Sport Wanted Me Anymore’ 2021-06-24T04:00:00Z “Then it’s Chicken Little and the sky falling in.” The mystery of the Gatwick drone 2020-12-01T05:00:00Z Abeles sometimes felt like Chicken Little, trying to convince the world that the sky really was falling. Remember all that choking California wildfire smoke? She turned it into art 2020-10-21T04:00:00Z “Many of us were having a Chicken Little experience,” she said. Inside Johnson & Johnson’s Nonstop Hunt for a Coronavirus Vaccine 2020-07-17T04:00:00Z “For so many years, it felt like we were like Chicken Little, shouting, ‘The sky is falling!’ ” he said. For black residents who saw D.C. burn decades ago, Floyd protests feel like hope 2020-06-15T04:00:00Z But Elliott is right to urge the Shoals not to fall victim to the Chicken Little mentality. Editorial Roundup: Alabama 2020-03-25T04:00:00Z Two of the people featured as writers of this narcissistic Chicken Little screed, Mr. Brennan and Mr. Clapper, are being scrutinized by U.S. Trump appoints first woman to lead the National Counterterrorism Center 2020-03-25T04:00:00Z “On the front end of a pandemic you look a little bit like an alarmist, you look a little bit like a Chicken Little, the sky is falling,” Acton said last week. Ohio governor’s early actions on virus now winning praise 2020-03-17T04:00:00Z “You don’t want to sound like Chicken Little,” he said. Nebraska business leaders draw attention to workforce crisis 2019-04-06T04:00:00Z Just because the “sky” doesn’t “fall” every day at every school, that doesn’t mean Chicken Little shouldn’t get some attention on a regular basis. Opinion | The effect of school lockdowns 2019-01-03T05:00:00Z “I’m not a Chicken Little who’s always yelling, ‘It’s worse than it’s ever been!’ ‘There Is Still So Much Evil’: Growing Anti-Semitism Stuns American Jews 2018-10-29T04:00:00Z “There appears to be a Chicken Little going on in New York right now,” he said. New York’s Whales Love Bunker. So Do Fishing Boats. Conflict Ensues. 2018-09-13T04:00:00Z As for Cassandra and Chicken Little, who, alas, never had a child together, the future holds great promise for peril. Opinion | Calm down. Roe v. Wade isn’t going anywhere. 2018-07-03T04:00:00Z Tech bigwigs and scientists may mock Mr. Musk for his Chicken Little routine on A.I., but they seem to be moving toward his point of view. Mark Zuckerberg, Elon Musk and the Feud Over Killer Robots 2018-06-09T04:00:00Z I performed as Chicken Little at the 1972 Philadelphia Folk Festival in front of thousands of hippies. Patricia Arquette’s Early Life on a Virginia Commune 2017-12-12T05:00:00Z And bin Laden’s video collection included “Antz,” a 1990s animated adventure comedy about an ant colony, “Chicken Little” and “The Three Musketeers.” CIA releases files from Osama bin Laden raid 2017-11-01T04:00:00Z So, let’s all stop running around like Chicken Little. ‘For Once, No One Was Upset. Truth Works.’ 2017-08-12T04:00:00Z Before I get into what is becoming my annual Chicken Little panic attack about the state of the Tour de France, let me offer up a few disclaimers: Tour de France or Snore de France? 2017-07-24T04:00:00Z His constant denunciations stirred bad blood with some rival union leaders, one of whom likened him in a newsletter to Chicken Little. Seattle mayoral hopeful Bob Hasegawa: ‘Give neighborhoods much more control’ 2017-07-14T04:00:00Z Trump, by contrast, sounds like a ridiculous Chicken Little squawking about the coop. Opinion | Trump is out of control 2017-06-05T04:00:00Z “He is Chicken Little: The sky is falling,” said Mr. Collins, who represents a Buffalo area district, adding that the governor was “in a panic” because it would force him to spend discretionary state money. Medicaid Fight Lands in New York, Crossing Party Lines 2017-03-21T04:00:00Z All that said, this serious issue is not helped by reporting that seems a bit "Chicken Little" the sky is falling in tone. Sexual Abuse Claims in English Youth Leagues Prompt Wider Inquiry by Authorities 2016-11-27T05:00:00Z No, but neither is “Get off my lawn and go get a haircut,” or an endless series of Chicken Little tweets about how an intemperate handful of Bernie loyalists will bring down civilization. In defense of Bernie’s boo-birds (sort of): Democratic dissent is not the party’s real problem 2016-07-26T04:00:00Z In an email Monday, the advocacy organization Working Washington said the report demonstrates how the minimum-wage law’s “Chicken Little” critics, who predicted the sky would fall on Seattle’s economy, are wrong. $15 wage has little impact on Seattle’s thriving labor market, report suggests 2016-07-25T04:00:00Z Remember when Chicken Little would run around saying “the sky is falling,” but no one believed him? Dodgers Dugout: Clayton Kershaw can't be replaced, but here's why Bud Norris is an intriguing acquisition 2016-07-01T04:00:00Z All of this this super-heated, super-repeated Chicken Little rhetoric does real damage by making it impossible to separate actual problems from the lies convenient for the usual political fish slapping. The long con of military decline: How the right uses the armed forces to lie about America 2016-05-30T04:00:00Z All that said, this serious issue is not helped by reporting that seems a bit "Chicken Little" the sky is falling in tone. Sexual Abuse Claims in English Youth Leagues Prompt Wider Inquiry by Authorities 2016-11-27T05:00:00Z And trickle-down economics looks more like Chicken Little economics with every passing day. Overtime Pay: A Lifeline for the Overworked American 2016-04-21T04:00:00Z I think there’s a lot of Chicken Little running around here ... A 'child molester', 'stupid' voters and ... Mitt? Welcome to the election's silly season 2015-11-14T05:00:00Z Well, if Chicken Little went door to door and told Dodgers fans that the sky is falling, they would believe every word. Dodgers Dugout: Clayton Kershaw can't be replaced, but here's why Bud Norris is an intriguing acquisition 2016-07-01T04:00:00Z As expected, the right-wing Chicken Little Brigade immediately began protesting that this was another attempt to dilute national sovereignty and bring about a one-world government. 7 outrageously bizarre conspiracies the GOP actually believes 2015-07-21T04:00:00Z The sky wasn’t really falling on Chicken Little. Transfer The Family Business Now 2015-07-13T04:00:00Z No one is going Chicken Little on us yet—but some businesses are taking a “wait and see”approach to spending on new initiatives. How Entrepreneurs Gain And Grow Customers In A Bear Market 2015-06-22T04:00:00Z He was called a “Chicken Little” of the voter turnout forecasting industry. Curtis Gans, political analyst and ‘Dump Johnson’ organizer, dies at 77 2015-03-16T04:00:00Z As a Jew who loves Israel, I find it very sad that Mr. Netanyahu has become the Chicken Little of our time. Mr. Netanyahu’s appeal to Congress 2015-03-05T05:00:00Z “They’re just trying to paint a Chicken Little sky is falling’ situation, which is not true. Recent Kansas Editorials 2014-12-09T05:00:00Z “They’re just trying to paint a ‘Chicken Little sky is falling’ situation, which is not true,” Brownback said in October when asked about the alarm messages. Recent Kansas editorials 2014-12-02T05:00:00Z That’s why those who called the shutdown of 2013 the end of the world, politically for the GOP, look a lot like Chicken Little this week. Republicans Are Awfully Quiet About the Tea Party's 2013 Shutdown 2014-11-06T05:00:00Z It’s doubtful that those opportunists ever believed their own Chicken Little rhetoric; when their doomsday warnings were proven wrong, they simply issued new doomsday warnings. The Chicken Littles Were Wrong. But Americans Still Think the Sky Is Falling. 2014-10-15T04:00:00Z It’s uncomfortable at times when Chicken Little is predicting the imminent fall of the sky. Monkeying Around 2014-10-14T04:00:00Z Compare this with the approach taken by some members of the County Council, who are essentially calling Constantine a Chicken Little. Editorial: Look beyond either-or solutions to King County Metro Transit 2014-10-04T04:00:00Z With Democrats incapable of taking back the House and likely to lose the Senate, the campaign committees are in full Chicken Little mode. Names on the post-Holder shortlist The Democrats have reacted to this issue much like Chicken Little: The sky is falling! Inversion Diversion 2014-07-30T04:00:00Z Heath Kohl, the political director for the Kansas Republican Party, dismissed the group’s criticisms as something out of the children’s tale “Henny Penny,” calling it “Chicken Little, sky is falling” chatter. Democrat Is Governor Pick of G.O.P. Group in Kansas 2014-07-15T04:00:00Z In Washington, a bar called Mr. Smith’s sold a concoction dubbed the Chicken Little Special. Newsweek Rewind: When Skylab Crashed Into Australia For $100 a month, Chicken Little Associates offered to predict when Skylab would be directly overhead. Alex Fraser dies at 90; developer of Washington’s Open University And I don’t want to be Chicken Little. 'We're At Greater Risk': Q. & A. with General Keith Alexander 2014-05-15T04:00:00Z A parade of new films, including “Meet the Robinsons,” “Home on the Range” and “Chicken Little,” failed to impress. At Disney, a Celebration That Was a Long Time Coming 2014-03-04T22:23:58Z The idea here is not to advocate for some extreme survivalist or “Chicken Little” mentality, but rather to use reason, foresight, and judgment about how best to protect our future. The Survival of Humanity 2013-09-16T13:17:45.697Z This time, preparing for a 53-hour closing next weekend, Los Angeles officials find themselves in something of a Chicken Little situation, the victims of their own success. Los Angeles Prepares for Carmageddon II 2012-09-22T00:58:36Z With a colleague, he formed Chicken Little Associates when NASA’s Skylab was orbiting the earth in 1979, the time and place of its inevitable crash unknown. Alex Fraser dies at 90; developer of Washington’s Open University And here is Chicken Little, and Henny Penny, and all of them. Little Friend Lydia 2012-02-14T03:00:25.563Z Not to sound like Chicken Little here, but without Rose, the Bulls are a lottery team. No backing away from blame for Rose injury 2012-02-13T15:42:00Z The crucial question is whether these are merely Chicken Little fears or real dangers. Essay: Stefan Savage: Girding for Digital Threats We Haven?t Imagined Yet 2011-12-05T22:52:59Z You don’t want to be accused of being a Chicken Little, but from the other point of view, these systems haven’t been characterized. Green Blog: Q-and-A: The Quest of the Earth Scientist 2011-09-16T20:38:27Z And if they do, all of the warnings about hours of lost time and thousands of dollars in additional expenses will start to sound like the dire forecasts of Chicken Little. You're the Boss: Questions Linger on 1099 Rules 2011-03-25T11:00:53Z “Those are the two reds, Chicken Little and Angel,” she said as she followed her little brood. | From the Farm: A Moo Moo Here, a Blue Ribbon There 2010-09-04T02:49:00Z “I felt like Chicken Little,” Paterson told me recently, reflecting on his dynamics with the Legislature. The Making of Andrew Cuomo 2010-08-13T19:47:00Z Alas, we've all grown accustomed to hearing such superheated humbug from right-wing talk radio and Fox News' resident Chicken Little, Glenn Beck. The Washington Post joins the Tea Party 2010-07-15T01:01:00Z Instead, we've seen the GOP increasingly dominated by its irrational Chicken Little wing, seeing grim portents and predicting doom. No, GOP, you can't have the car keys back 2010-05-20T00:20:00Z This time the sky really is falling on Chicken Little. Libraries Say Proposed Cuts Threaten Key Programs 2010-05-15T00:17:00Z In baseball, there was the uncharacteristic collapse of the stalwart and Boston’s entering full Chicken Little mode after being swept by dreadful Baltimore, writes Jeff Passan of Yahoo.com. Leading Off: Never Mind Who?s Out, What Round Is It? 2010-05-03T16:40:00Z “Only at least people eventually listened to Chicken Little.” The Making of Andrew Cuomo 2010-08-13T19:47:00Z Providence Athletic Director Bob Driscoll said he was optimistic about the Big East’s future and did not put any credence to the Chicken Little possibilities. Football Could Determine Future of the Big East 2010-04-24T16:11:00Z Until Avatar came along, 3D movies—even such recent efforts as 2008's Journey to the Center of the Earth and 2005's Chicken Little—had the stigma of novelty. 2010-01-21T22:00:00Z Chicken Little didn’t in the least need assistance. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was overawed at the prospect of writing to a strange man, but she was very eager to help Alice. Chicken Little Jane When he felt the mop coming down, he thought the sky was falling, and ran as fast as Chicken Little frightened by the rose-leaf. Dotty Dimple at Her Grandmother's I'm a good singer, but the world don't seem to appreciate my voice, and 'Chicken Little' says that I sing through my nose. Queer Stories for Boys and Girls "My name's Joseph Rolfe," said the elder, twitching off his hat, "and his name,"—pointing to his companion with a chuckle,—"his name is Chicken Little." Jimmy, Lucy, and All Chicken Little heaved a deep sigh and did her best. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little waited just long enough to see Ernest’s face light up over the microscope before she pounced joyously upon her biggest parcel which certainly looked like a doll. Chicken Little Jane It will readily be seen that "Kid Would Not Go" is only another form of "The Old Woman and Her Pig," and that "Fox Lox" is identical with the tale of "Chicken Little." A Kindergarten Story Book Now some of the children think that I have been "making up" Chicken Little, and that there is no such a being. Queer Stories for Boys and Girls So she did," echoed Chicken Little, "licked and pulled ears. Jimmy, Lucy, and All Chicken Little looked at her Mother and fidgeted. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Mrs. Morton did not notice it until Chicken Little put it down beside her on the seat of the omnibus. Chicken Little Jane “Chicken Little, your theory is all right, but it doesn’t seem to work,” Sherm remarked regretfully. 333In the meanwhile, time had also been moving along at the ranch. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Now there may be others of the great army of The Little Corporal that want to know whether there is any "real, live Chicken Little." Queer Stories for Boys and Girls "And this boy next seat is Chicken Little." Jimmy, Lucy, and All Chicken Little twisted and peered until she could take a good look. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s whims were very puzzling at times. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little and Sherm rode over to give Captain Clarke a special invitation, fearing he might not have become sufficiently used to Creek ways to come on the more general bidding. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John "Shall I tell about a lazy girl about as big as Chicken Little?" Queer Stories for Boys and Girls He wasn't so much of a cry-baby nowadays and the boys had stopped calling him "Chicken Little." Jimmy, Lucy, and All Morton sent Chicken Little out to gather more for her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little heaved a sigh of relief when she caught sight of him. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little was leaving it to the last. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Just as Chicken Little, here, always wants milk when there is none, and always asks for tea when you offer her milk. Queer Stories for Boys and Girls See here, boys, I like to be called Chicken Little first rate! Jimmy, Lucy, and All But when she asked if she were not feeling well, Chicken Little had replied carelessly: “Why, I’m all right, Mother.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sure enough, Chicken Little had flung herself down in the snow behind the tree, and was sobbing her heart out. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little’s legs gave way under her and she sank helplessly down, watching the rushing fire. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was a picture, sitting on the floor by the window, with a stereoscope—"the thing 'at you look fru," she calls it—in her hand, and the pictures scattered about her. Queer Stories for Boys and Girls I didn’t do anything–Chicken Little was the boss of this gang.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little frequently discovered the birds before either of the boys, and was eager to have a turn herself, as was also Katy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little smiled again—a confiding little smile. Chicken Little Jane “Everything seems to have caved in round where Ernest was,” Chicken Little confided to Marian. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John When I told her I did, she looked up, and asked, earnestly, "Well, is there any real, live Chicken Little?" Queer Stories for Boys and Girls To Chicken Little, Ernest confided, two weeks before Christmas, that he was getting confoundedly tired of having the same things to eat week after week. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John We must hunt them, Chicken Little, and take them home or they will all starve. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Course I want to—awfully, and—Mr. Harding,” Chicken Little reached up to whisper something and the tall man bent down. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little relieved her feelings by making a little moue at Sherm. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little, I envy you–you are going to see so many things that most people shut their eyes to.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s eyes were redder than Sherm’s when she got up to go back to the house. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little made the first find, two discouraged little porkers, hopelessly mired and grunting feebly when disturbed. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little could not remember any previous moving and she thoroughly enjoyed the excitement despite the fact that her mother looked worried, and her father was cross when she got in his way. Chicken Little Jane They found the sweeting tree and Chicken Little soon had an apron full. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little fished his bandanna out of his pocket to protect his neck, covering the hand that lay on the grass with her own handkerchief. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was drenched before she could get the window down next their bed. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Gathering up Jilly in her arms and bidding her hold tight and be very quiet, Chicken Little started on the run to Huz and speedily cuffed him into silence. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “I don’t like it—it looks like you were gone, Chicken Little.” Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little was taking deep breaths. 240They picked their way daintily to avoid the wet weeds and high grass. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Ernest was not very worldly wise himself, and Chicken Little’s reasoning was certainly logical. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little forgot herself and listened a moment. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They were uneasy, and by the time Chicken Little had walked a hundred yards further on, they had faced toward her again and stood with heads up and tails waving, watching her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was awake early the next morning in spite of their late hours. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little hurried through her supper and went over to see Marian. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The Mortons were staunch Republicans, and Chicken Little strove valiantly to write “Garfield and Arthur” earlier and oftener than the Democrats, led by Grant Stowe and Mamie Price, could replace them with “Hancock and English.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John So Chicken Little captained her side, aided by quiet suggestions from Mr. Clay who did not wish to take sides openly. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little swallowed hard and did her best to choke back the tears, but the tears having been distinctly encouraged for the past ten minutes had too good a start to be easily checked. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little found Alice concocting a huge fruit cake with a perfect marvel of white frosting, and this was promptly stowed away in the big tin cake box and labelled “Hands Off.” Chicken Little Jane Despite all Chicken Little’s struggles, he persisted until the hated names were finished in writing that decidedly resembled crow tracks, but could be read by anyone having sufficient patience. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little stared, fascinated, at a tiny line of fire burning merrily on a hillside not a mile distant. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Let’s souse all the mops–dripping wet–and trail across first,” suggested Chicken Little in short, labored gasps. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John It is needless to say that Chicken Little hurried. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was too intent on her own ideas to notice his pleasantry. Chicken Little Jane “Light another torch and run, Chicken Little–there’s no time to lose–we must chance it!” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm showed the letter to Chicken Little and Chicken Little, vaguely worried, told her father. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was inclined to resent this delicate attention; Sherm seemed to be putting her in the same class her mother had. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little may have something to say to that!” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, I know they will,” said Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little, if you see the smoke you may tell Mr. Clay I won’t come for my recitation this afternoon. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little, don’t make a mollycoddle of me. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Marian and Sherm both had their trail of fire flickering into a blaze before Chicken Little got hers kindled. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John He was shy about coming for his lump, but when he once got the taste, he nosed around Chicken Little for more. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John As the wedding day approached, Chicken Little became more and more concerned about Alice’s being left at home. Chicken Little Jane Did you think your pride would keep you warm, Chicken Little?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little,” he called, “do you mind getting out and seeing if you can tell us where we are?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was on the ground with a spring before Sherm could help her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little and Katy, who each had one, found them a handful. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little shivered, and taking an ottoman, ensconced herself between the lace curtains at a west window where the late autumn sunshine was still streaming in. Chicken Little Jane “Chicken Little is old enough to know better than to use such words, but she probably got that from Ernest or Sherm, if the truth were known.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Come, Chicken Little, don’t speak to your mother that way,” Dr. Morton reproved her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John To others it was merely a very creditable amateur performance; to Chicken Little, it opened a whole new world of ideas and imagining. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John It’s being left out that hurts, Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was busy in school and Mrs. Morton much occupied with preparations for Christmas. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little gave a little wriggle of joy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, Chicken Little, it’s all right with me. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little tossed her head. 294Sherm came a step closer and Jane prepared to fly if necessary, but Sherm contented himself with staring at her till he made her drop her eyes. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Every grown-up will remember the time when “Chicken Little” was a most wonderful tale with which to open wide the eyes of children. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The trio returned to the kitchen, and ably seconded by Chicken Little laughed and frolicked, jeering noisily at the crowd outside. Chicken Little Jane Don’t mention it, and, truly–I didn’t intend to frighten you, Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little saw the culprit with a shiver of dismay. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little sent up a last petition, as gathering up her remaining shreds of courage, she charged once more. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little came out, after helping with wraps and seating guests, in a gale of merriment. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I wish I could take you along, Chicken Little Jane, I wouldn’t be lonely if I had you.” Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little started joyfully across the room, but before she had reached the desk, something held her back. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was taking her time for this expedition. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Marian raced Chicken Little with the cherry picking and the pails were filled far too soon. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John But, so far, Frank had escaped, though Sherm and Chicken Little had been plotting all day. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “I am afraid I will, Chicken Little.” 153The child pondered the matter for the rest of the morning. Chicken Little Jane Marian was genuinely interested and liked to hear Chicken Little tell it all, but she wondered what Mrs. Morton had thought about the junketing. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had not yet said she was sorry and her Mother was inclined to be severe with her in consequence. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Of course, I can shoot a little,” Chicken Little sounded patronizing. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little fell to making pictures of her own–dream pictures that changed quickly into other dream pictures, as real dreams sometimes do. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little Jane was that what you had in that basket?” Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little had listened in tense silence to this conversation, but she couldn’t keep still any longer. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Mrs. Morton drove away without satisfying Chicken Little’s curiosity, which was probably largely responsible for what happened. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was fascinated with the frightful array. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Mrs. Morton was peering around anxiously on desk and table and mantel, when Chicken Little suddenly began to laugh. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Before they got back to the big bon-fire at the starting point, Chicken Little had discovered the all-important secret of keeping her balance. Chicken Little Jane Driving away the steers, he lifted Jilly and Huz from Chicken Little’s aching arms, and took them all in to his wife to be comforted. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John It was some little time before Chicken Little could give the Benton’s an intelligible account of what had excited the steers. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was too shaky to answer with anything but a smile. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John With another bow, he resigned the parcel to Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, Marian, you do think of the nicest things!” and Chicken Little got up impulsively to give her a grateful hug. Chicken Little Jane But Chicken Little knew nothing of all this. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had re-arranged the furniture in her room at least six times in a resolute endeavor to get the best possible effect. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was surprised to see Ernest flush up and stammer. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Unfortunately, Chicken Little’s kindness precipitated the catastrophe she was trying to avoid. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s boasted luck seemed about to fail her entirely on her birthday morning. Chicken Little Jane Before Ernest could answer, Chicken Little reached up both arms and gave the speaker a hug and a kiss that were warm enough to satisfy the loneliest heart. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John After the first two miles of their homeward journey, Chicken Little gave up her pony to Sherm and climbed in with the girls. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John While this bantering was going on, Chicken Little was vainly endeavoring to fasten the band around Sherm’s waist. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, Chicken Little just put on her company smile and the Captain held out his hands and said: ‘Handcuffs, please.’” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Clear up that solemn face, Chicken Little,—that’s better—I see the smile coming. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little found out these things more gradually. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little told them all about Ernest’s plans and about the Captain. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I am perishing to have Chicken Little see my present.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Gertie and Chicken Little fed the little grouse with some moistened bread crumbs, finding it difficult at first to induce them to eat. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John We couldn’t have the birthday hurt you know, Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane And, Marian,” Chicken Little thought it was time to change the subject, “how do you make yourself be sorry, when you ought to be and aren’t?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little regarded him reproachfully, but continued: “You see most anybody can hit the chicken they aim at, but it takes a fine shot to hit one you didn’t know was there.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little stood looking at it in dazed surprise for several seconds. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They selected routes immediately in front of, and immediately behind Chicken Little, whose attention was absorbed with trying to hold a squealing, squirming pig. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I told you Chicken Little wouldn’t give you Pete when you teased him. Chicken Little Jane How did you ever dare, Chicken Little, to tackle it? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had stood about all she could that afternoon. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Why, Chicken Little, I didn’t really suppose you were in earnest or—” Dr. Morton stopped suddenly, he had just taken a good look at his only daughter–the look was effective. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was instantly remorseful, not on Katy’s account but on Piggy’s. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Why Chicken Little a certificate—I don’t know whether I can make you understand. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little acts as if she didn’t know what kisses were. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John She was frying doughnuts over a hot stove and had been calling Chicken Little at intervals for the past ten minutes. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s modesty, however, was destined to be short-lived. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little, too angry to care what happened, relieved herself of the rest of her ill-temper. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Wiping his eyes ... as the puffs came thicker. 81To Chicken Little was granted the proud privilege of touching the match to the heaped-up fuel. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little flew out the door and down the path to the road where Father was unloading bundles before he drove on to the stables. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s eyes were big with pained surprise. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I thought also of the little partner who wrote a certain letter and of many other things–I didn’t even forget the baby mice, Chicken Little! Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Hurry, Mother,” Chicken Little fairly wriggled 28with eagerness as she tossed the letters into her mother’s lap. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little swallowed hard to keep up her courage. Chicken Little Jane We were tickled to death to have an excuse, eh, Chicken Little?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Tell Chicken Little I’ve saved a big chunk of bride’s cake for her, and I’m dying to see her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The following week apparently wrought an amazing change in Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little gave a gasp, “Ernest Morton, it wouldn’t be a bit fair for you to go without me!” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was so absorbed with the main idea that the hated “little lady” passed unnoticed. Chicken Little Jane So Chicken Little, knowing that he had fairly lived and breathed and slept and eaten college during many months, might be pardoned for her amazement at his mysterious words. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Further, Chicken Little, preferred that her visit should seem accidental–at least to the Captain. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was usually plucky when she actually saw a snake, but the snakes she feared she might see always made her panicky. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Both Ernest and Chicken Little wanted to stay on their mounts and dash up beside the train, but their father forbade it. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Tell Chicken Little, Kitty has kept me from being lonesome and is a great comfort. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little had to hunt for a shallow place, strip off her shoes and stockings, and wade. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, I say there, Chicken Little, don’t mention that little matter of the cake–that particular cake isn’t respectable, Alice says.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The Captain did his best for Chicken Little but she did not do nearly so well as Katy, though she made one shot the Captain considered quite extraordinary. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s shining eyes and clear, fair skin fitted like a charm under the pale blue. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Uncle Joseph keeps asking questions about Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane Dr. Morton said this last in fun, but Chicken Little took it seriously. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little squashed him down gently into some two inches of oozy mud and water. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little Jane Morton, I give you my word of honor I didn’t touch your old bread and I don’t know where it is.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little spoke of his baby’s picture having the same smile.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I see, well, Chicken Little, you’ll have hard work getting through this crowd—let me help you. Chicken Little Jane There’s one thing I’m sure of, Chicken Little won’t guess it.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Just as Chicken Little was dropping off to sleep that night, Katy roused her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John One night last winter Dr. Wade–you don’t remember him, Chicken Little, he’s only been in Centerville about a year. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little slipped her hand into his to express her sympathy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John When Alice quieted down, it took the combined 129efforts of herself and Chicken Little to explain the situation to Dr. and Mrs. Morton. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little, do I look hungry enough to steal your bread? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little, you work your imagination overtime–it will wear out if you aren’t careful.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little needed no urging, but she was in doubt how to proceed. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little awoke the next morning with a bad taste in her mouth. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s hair went back with a sweep under the round rubber comb, tangles and all. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little spoiled her prize batch by sitting down to read and letting it burn. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Both Chicken Little and Gertie mourned, for they had combined forces in this baking and were immensely proud of their effort. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Come now, Chicken Little, we’re merely guessing the boys took it. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Yes, Chicken Little can shoot but she never hits anything–she always shuts her eyes before she pulls the trigger,” Ernest called her down promptly. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s own contributions to the pile of gifts were made triumphantly after she had driven every other member of the family out of the dining room. Chicken Little Jane The evening before the fateful twentieth, Mrs. Morton and Jane were putting the last touches on the guest room and on Chicken Little’s own chamber, which Katy and Gertie were to share with her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had been known to flee thither on more than one occasion when she did not wish to be disturbed in the thrilling place in a novel. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little related the swearing episode which she had not seen fit to trouble even Marian with, at home. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I saw that hat in a shop window and I thought it looked exactly like Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little who had followed the boys upstairs unperceived and stood listening, round-eyed, was indignant. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little flushed and looked up hastily at Sherm who also felt his face getting warm to his great disgust. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I am poor company for anyone these days and—” Chicken Little looked so disappointed that he paused ruefully. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had gone to school with Grant the preceding winter. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Mother–” Chicken Little stopped suddenly, she couldn’t be criticising mother before company. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John So Chicken Little was initiated into the mysteries 143of the feud and found it both interesting and terrifying. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little laughed again and shook her head. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was taken so unawares that she had time neither to blush nor to protest or struggle, as was considered etiquette on such occasions. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Say, Chicken Little, don’t let the boys kiss you.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little declined to take him from his course and told him their errand. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They enjoy themselves just as much but they don’t tire themselves out as Chicken Little does.” Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little found it hard to wake up and was heavy-eyed and stupid the remainder of the afternoon. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “O Chicken Little, I’ve thought of something that will be better than hiding!” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little strained her eyes in the direction of the meadow. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little and Ernest have talked so much about you we feel acquainted, and Dr. Morton says you’re a dead shot. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little felt immensely superior to Katy whose skates were two years old and not nearly so shiny. Chicken Little Jane But the braver the boy was, the more Chicken Little burned to comfort him. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Flowers were becoming scarce, it had been so dry, and Chicken Little was bemoaning the fact that they could hardly find enough to trim up the house. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Neither would I,” Chicken Little replied with a sigh. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The Captain met the strangers of the party in his usual courteous reserved fashion, but his eyes lighted when Chicken Little ran down the walk. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little watched the clock anxiously, starting up at every distant tinkle of sleigh bells. Chicken Little Jane “We ought to have at least one more hunting party,” declared Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Marian and Chicken Little left the others to put up the lunch, while they went out to the stable to hitch up the bays. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John She went back to the house after her now, while Chicken Little began scouting to see if there were anyone about. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John After a few minutes, Sherm stooped and picked up a bird considerably to the right of where Chicken Little had aimed. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had seen her brother’s trunk start for the station, and had admired his silk hat and white gloves as the hack called for him before the rest of the family were ready. Chicken Little Jane Katy gave Chicken Little’s arm two vigorous pinches to emphasize this statement. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Some of Chicken Little’s own clove pinks, mingled 183with feathery larkspur and ribbon grass, filled a silver bowl in the center of the table. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “There are lots of Indian mounds and relics around here,” put in Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little hurried to him elated, but her joy was short-lived. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John But Alice decided to give Katy a lesson, that young lady boasting a year and a half’s advantage over Chicken Little and Gertie was rather too fond of lording it over them. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little here wouldn’t be quite so homesick for Ernest, perhaps, if you would let her adopt you in his place.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little led the way on Caliph and they went round and round the tree, faster and faster, till both were ready for a rest. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little patted him each time and he soon ceased to notice the bumps. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John At first, Chicken Little would not hear to Gertie’s remaining behind, but finding that she would really be happier at home, stopped urging her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John When the train rolled in and he picked up Alice’s valise to carry it into the car for her, Chicken Little pulled at his arm. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little was immensely relieved to find, as they came near, that neither saddle nor bridle had suffered from the run away. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little gave a start of surprise, then faced Ernest boldly. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John That evening Ernest overtook Chicken Little coming up from the spring with the butter and cream. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John She stood a moment awestruck; Chicken Little had never had death come so near her before. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little forgot her disgrace in a desire for revenge. Chicken Little Jane They had paid a hurried visit to Chicken Little’s room when they first came upstairs. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I believe I am indebted to both Chicken Little and Gertie for the treat. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little noticed Sherm regarding his own hand rather critically and glancing from it to the Captain’s, who used frequent gestures as he warmed with his talk. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Dusk came and the darkness closed round while Chicken Little strained her eyes in vain for Sherm. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John And Chicken Little went home ashamed but solaced. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little eyed the long strip of cardboard that concealed the name, incredulously. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John There it was–the letters an inch tall in white paint: “Chicken Little.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm looked at Chicken Little, who was leaning over the side of the boat, trailing her hand in the water. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had been tempted the night before to betray Mamie’s schemes to Sherm, but she stopped with the words on the tip of her tongue. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John So Chicken Little sobbed out the woeful tale. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little, I don’t think it is exactly fair either to hold the girls in so much tighter than boys, but your mother is right, allee samee. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little heaved a long sigh and clucked to Calico. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “She isn’t going to,” said Chicken Little with decision. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm had asked, meeting her at the ford on her way home, and taking lunch basket and books with an air of possession, which was the one trick of Sherm’s that annoyed Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little watched Ernest tie his red muffler around his neck and sling his skates across his shoulder, enviously. Chicken Little Jane No one said a word for a full minute, then Chicken Little came to life, her face convulsed with loathing. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Pick out which one you’ll grab, for they are going to run sure,” Chicken Little admonished. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John This was adding insult to injury and Chicken Little burst into tears. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little responded by making a face at him, which brought an ominous sparkle into the boy’s eyes. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little clasped and unclasped her hands nervously. Chicken Little Jane He had the grace to color when Chicken Little remarked carelessly: “It wasn’t so bad as you thought it would be, was it, Sherm?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The crowning feat of the morning was another of Chicken Little’s brilliant ideas. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John She was entirely willing, however, to have Chicken Little at the pony’s head. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The last thrust put fire in Chicken Little’s eye. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little stood fascinated, gazing at the advancing figures. Chicken Little Jane I think you look real nice that way, Chicken Little, honest I do.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little clutched the offending tie and glanced hastily at Sherm. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John There was no denying that Chicken Little made a most attractive boy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was decidedly red in the face by the time she finished. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Cousin May says thirteen is awfully unlucky,” said Katy impressively, when Chicken Little told her the fateful date. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little decided to send some of her spare pinks. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Where is your loaf, Chicken Little?” asked her mother. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little puckered up her brow to think hard. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John It took him about two minutes to catch up with Chicken Little and slip his arm through hers. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was not the only unfortunate that afternoon. Chicken Little Jane “Did you have a good time at Mamie’s last night?” asked Chicken Little at breakfast the next morning. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Behold your sailor brother as he skims the briny deep, Chicken Little.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John But Caliph liked Chicken Little, and not having any skirts to make him suspicious, seemed inclined to take her for what she seemed. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little flung herself down upon the grass. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “My, I could stay out all day—I love it so,” Chicken Little protested. Chicken Little Jane But when Chicken Little tried to make the intelligent pony dance on his hind legs, Calico waxed indignant. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was already sighing for new worlds to conquer. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John He got Chicken Little off to one side as soon as he could. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little pulled a handful of long grasses and commenced plaiting them. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Jane Morton or Chicken Little Jane, as she had been nicknamed while a toddler, because she was always 13teasing for the story of “Chicken Little,” was usually described as all eyes. Chicken Little Jane Generous cups of strong coffee–a luxury not permitted to either Chicken Little or Katy at home–woke them up and they got through the morning nicely. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John You know, Chicken Little, I always did think you were the prettiest girl in school, but you were such a kid you never took the trouble to look at a fellow. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little related the most presentable of their doings to Marian. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little–O Chicken Little, are you very mad? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little flung herself breathless upon the grass and explained between gasps. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little hadn’t quite finished hers, but at the rate they were disappearing–she thought she’d better. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The spirited beast shied violently, 210then leaped forward, throwing Chicken Little neatly off into the exact middle of the dusty lane. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was regarding them with no very friendly eye. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little kept her brown eyes fixed upon the pliant stems. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John And Chicken Little feeling that the Fates had excused her, flew off joyfully to join the girls. Chicken Little Jane He dashed off as lightly and smoothly as if Ernest or Sherm were on his back, and Chicken Little was in a transport of pleasure and triumph to think she could ride him. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Our big pastures take them off our hands pretty well in summer, but in winter they have to be fed and herded and looked after generally, don’t they, Chicken Little? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little hated introducing people and had been dreading the ordeal, but kindly Mrs. Jenkins took Katy by the hand and presented her to the whole roomful at one fell swoop. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little,” Sherm murmured softly, “you have the prettiest eyes of any girl I know.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little tried to stop her, but Katy was half way down the staircase before she reached the head. Chicken Little Jane He heeded Chicken Little to the extent of stopping in his tracks but persisted in his sharp yapping. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was frightened, though at first, only for poor foolish little Huz. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little started toward them carrying her double burden and yelling “Hi, hi!” until they gave back a little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little caught the touch of malice in his tone and shot an indignant glance at him from the aforesaid eyes. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little did not wait for an answer now. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little knew cattle were often stampeded by mere trifles. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John He had confided all his hopes and fears to Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little soon finished the few tasks her mother had left for her and time began to hang heavy on her hands. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little, you don’t need to tell me what’s the matter with you–I know.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little’s only reply was a dash at the clinging hands. Chicken Little Jane It looked decidedly snaky, Chicken Little reflected dubiously. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little sputtered volubly to the dogs but the stream flowed placidly on. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Mr. Benton laughed and Chicken Little got even by hurling a big cluster of cherries at him. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little looked troubled; Sherm’s tone revealed a yearning she had not suspected. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The momentary delay gave the girls a start and Ernest saw Katy’s flying skirts disappearing round the kitchen ell, with Chicken Little close behind her, as he turned the corner of the house. Chicken Little Jane The train was twenty minutes late and it seemed an age to Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “I wish we could ask Captain Clarke,” Chicken Little spoke up. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little and Sherm waited until Sunday to go over to the Captain’s. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little kept her eyes on the road ahead. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The result of this conference sent Chicken Little scurrying in to her mother. Chicken Little Jane Sherm found Caliph and the Mexican saddle rather more to his taste than Chicken Little’s outfit had been on the ride from town. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little gave a bounce in her saddle to emphasize her delight and Calico took this as a hint to go on. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Sherman Dart, you old–” Chicken Little flicked Caliph lightly by way of revenge, and Sherm had his hands full for several seconds, for Caliph resented the indignity. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little climbed the hill of sleep painfully that night, and slept late the following morning in consequence. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Say, Mother,” Chicken Little began jerkily with what breath was left from running upstairs, “Alice says she used to live in this house when she was a little girl!” Chicken Little Jane The effect was somewhat startling, for they reached well above the knee on Chicken Little, who was the tallest of the three, while poor Gertie seemed to be divided into two equal parts. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was slowly making her way in to the slough. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Grant Stowe offered to help Chicken Little with her line. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John It was almost the old Sherm who raised his cap to Chicken Little as the train got under steam and slid away from the long wooden platform. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Don’t Chicken Little—don’t—come back—there might be snakes under there.” Chicken Little Jane “You shouldn’t have stayed up, Chicken Little,” Sherm called, as soon as he caught sight of her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little folded the letter and hastily slipped it back into the envelope, devoutly hoping her mother wouldn’t demand to see it. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was pleading with eyes and voice and trembling hands. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little went on tying evergreen into ropes, but Marian had put several new ideas into her head. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I don’t believe you could reach them if you did, Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane And Sherm, make an effort to eat something for Chicken Little’s sake–she is worrying her heart out over your trouble. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little hardly knew whether to laugh or cry at these. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Presently Sherm sighed, then laid the trinkets all back in Chicken Little’s lap. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John There was a hopeless ring in his voice that hurt Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little pried one hand loose and throwing her weight on the other arm before he could recover his hold, rolled him triumphantly off on the floor. Chicken Little Jane Sherm lingered out on the veranda while Chicken Little displayed the contents of the package to the Captain. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “I–it is—Excuse me a moment, Chicken Little.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was alarmed by these warlike preparations. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little gazed about Captain Clarke’s big library with a real affection. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They were almost tempted to give up but Alice was sure she smelled grapes and Chicken Little and Katy were eager to carry back some booty to make the boys curious. Chicken Little Jane Why, Chicken Little, I didn’t know you were in town? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little came in demurely with a great dish of pickles. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little put her hand to her head in dismay. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little got to her feet and shot two feet 386into the air with a whoop of joy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John The sisters were nine and eleven respectively, and Chicken Little not quite ten. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little slipped her hand into his and the boy clung to it spasmodically, as if that slim, brown hand were all he had in the world to cling to. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little felt herself growing hot and cold by turns. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little got up from her seat and went and stood close beside him. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John After a little he inquired rather sheepishly: “Say, Chicken Little, you don’t like Carol best now, do you?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Remember to keep your dress clean, Chicken Little, you have to wear it again tomorrow afternoon. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little, would you mind telling Wing to serve Sherm’s breakfast?” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, I guess I’m square,” Chicken Little retorted, going back to her lessons. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Oh, dear,” said Chicken Little, “I think the custards are all right.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little liked the sound of those words–“growing up.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little shoved both doll and doll clothes unceremoniously into the fence corner and was after Katy in a flash. Chicken Little Jane “Trust me, Chicken Little, I have one very special one for Frank–I didn’t intend to have him crowing.” 354Wing bore in a most tempting custard. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John School had closed the day before, and Chicken Little was the proud possessor of an elaborate autograph album, won as a spelling prize. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John He did not show it to anyone, even to Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little recognized the absurdity of this herself and laughed happily. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Ernest would entrench himself firmly in its depths and Chicken Little would tug at arms or legs or head indiscriminately in an effort to dislodge him. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little took his knife and cut the string and 380folded back the paper wrappings carefully. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had gone on to the drawer below. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I thought it would be so becoming to Chicken Little–her dark hair and eyes–you know. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I told you to rummage the drawers, and that scarf is entirely too becoming to Chicken Little’s bright eyes to be wasted in a drawer any longer. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Let us go, too, Ern,” piped Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little forgot about it after a few days, except when she went to the box where she kept the scarf. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Chicken Little can comfort him better than any of us,” Dr. Morton had told his wife. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm shook out the glowing silken folds and proceeded to wreathe the scarf around Chicken Little’s head, turban fashion. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little took the picture and tried to look as if nothing had happened. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Wouldn’t it be fun if we could find the cave?” exclaimed Chicken Little, who had been studying over the glorious possibility for several minutes. Chicken Little Jane His hand trembled a little as he handed it to Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little swallowed hard–something seemed to be gripping her by the throat. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little studied it carefully, then glanced up at the Captain. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little found this arrangement extremely pleasant, because Sherm was always there to walk home with her. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John “Steady, steady—don’t get so excited, Chicken Little Jane,” soothed her father, amused at the tempest. Chicken Little Jane “No wonder Sherm feels dazed,” said Dr. Morton two evenings later, watching the boy, who was making a vain pretense of playing checkers with Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John And, Chicken Little, don’t let on to Mother–we mustn’t worry her.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little waking about two, stole down stairs and finding everything dark, made the rounds of the windows, but the distant fire showed only a faint glow in the night. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little noticed that he always worked hard and late the days he heard from home. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little, when you finish your practicing, I want you to come to my room and do a square of your patchwork. Chicken Little Jane But Chicken Little and Marian were fast becoming exhausted. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was dancing up and down in glee. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John I only wish Chicken Little and Sherm had come home with you.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Half way up the slope Chicken Little suddenly stopped, sniffing suspiciously. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little opened her mouth to retort, but thought better of it and closed it again. Chicken Little Jane “Chicken Little had just assured us that if we would drive a little farther west, we should surely find something, when we struck the sidehill and went over as neat as you please.” Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had brought the album along for the Captain’s signature. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Have they all written something–specially for you, Chicken Little? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little followed him a length in the rear. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John If Mrs. Morton was still English in her ideas, Chicken Little was intensely American, and while Mrs. Morton was a most loving and conscientious mother, she could never understand her rebellious small daughter. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little slowly folded up the little garments and laid them neatly back in their wrapping. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little unwrapped the ring from its layers 382of tissue paper, and handed it to him. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little glanced hastily up to find him holding the ring in shaking fingers, staring off into vacancy. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was over the wheel before the words were fairly out of her mouth. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was an athletic child before the days when it was proper for little girls to be athletic, and Mrs. Morton mourned greatly over her tomboy propensities. Chicken Little Jane He was so heedless that she swept his men off the board at each move, to Chicken Little’s disgust. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little watched him for several minutes, undecided. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Gertie was in the midst of a letter home, but Katy and Chicken Little hurried outdoors into the moist, fresh air joyfully. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Here, Chicken Little, make a torch of some of those resinous weeds–those long crackly ones–and fire just as fast as you can. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John But Alice saved the day by attending to these small details and Chicken Little was free to worry over the hated patchwork. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little did not take this kindly office in the spirit in which it was intended. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Say, Chicken Little, this would look dandy on you. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They talked it over and Sherm and Chicken Little went on to town with the light buggy to wait for the mail, while Dr. Morton and Frank drove home. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm and Chicken Little, beating, stamping madly, did not see her fall. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little had reasons of her own for being dubious about asking further favors. Chicken Little Jane Chicken Little obediently made trips once an hour until noon; she could detect nothing to occasion alarm. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John They were encouraged to make a choice by a small stick Chicken Little hurled at them. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little was amazed to see the foremost one lift his head, then start slowly toward them. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Sherm had gathered up Chicken Little and carried her beyond the smoke, then dropped down beside her with a sigh to recover his breath. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John And Chicken Little, despite several valiant swallows, burst into a flood of tears. Chicken Little Jane When her mother returned, she glanced sharply at Chicken Little quietly reading on the opposite side of the room. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little didn’t often lose her temper completely, but this was the last straw. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little turned the color of a very ripe strawberry and stared at him in horror. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little glued her eyes to the dimness ahead. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John This was a new thought to Chicken Little and she paused to ponder over it. Chicken Little Jane Perhaps he will, if you don’t talk him to death, Chicken Little. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Chicken Little, you girls might get up a little picnic lunch for yourselves and the boys, and have it out in the orchard. Chicken Little Jane on the Big John Yes, and Chicken Little, did you girls feed the 199porkers last evening? Chicken Little Jane on the Big John |
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