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 Again the father came out, and now he was very angry indeed, and scolded her, and pulled her out of the hen-house by her arm; she hung back her head, and there were large tears in her blue eyes.

“What wast thou doing here?” asked the father. She wept; “I only wanted,” said she, “to kiss the hen, and ask her to forgive me for yesterday: but I did not dare to tell thee.”

The father kissed the sweet innocent on her forehead; the moonlight fell lovingly upon her eyes and mouth.