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41966	Pierson, Clara Dillingham	Tales of a Poultry Farm			.txt	text/plain	35661	2294	95	said an old Hen, who had seen much of the ways of poultry-yards. "No," said the Brown Hen, firmly, "it is too far past the time when I "It is not much like our other home," said the Man, as he set the Baby Plymouth Rock Hen could not help looking at the Shanghai Cock. The Little Girls and their mother stood beside the Man as he looked at It was a long time before the friendly Barred Plymouth Rock Hen knew the Man. The White Cock and the Brown Hen had never been known really "What?" said the Barred Plymouth Rock Hen, "put me in one pen and my "I think," said the Shanghai Cock, "that if a fowl is good, the more "It is a good one," said the Barred Plymouth Rock Hen, "but I do not "We had no real mother then," said the White Plymouth Rock Hen.	./cache/41966.txt	./txt/41966.txt