Chicken Little Jane

ALICE AND THE SIEGE OF ACRE Chicken Little! Chick-en Lit-tle!



The three little girls in the fence corner looked up but no one responded. "Chicken Little Jane!" The voice was a trifle more insistent.



The little girl in the blue gingham dress and white frilled pinafore looked at her small hostess reproachfully. "Why don't you answer, Jane?" "'Cause I'll have to go in. She'll think I don't hear if I keep still." "Ja-ane! – I want you!" The voice was several notes higher and betrayed irritation. "She's getting mad," said the little girl in the pink dress and white frilled pinafore – sister to the blue dress. "You'd better go – she's leaning out the window and she'll see us in a minute." Katy Halford was facing the house and her facts agreed with what Jane Morton knew of her mother's ways.



She got to her feet reluctantly. "Yes-m, I'm coming!" she yelled in a shrill treble. "You come, too, girls," she added in a lower tone. "Maybe she won't make me stay if I have company." "All right – let's tell her about Alice." Katy jumped up quickly.



Gertie Halford followed suit.



The two small sisters were as like as possible in dress and as unlike in disposition. They were always immaculately starched and neat with their thick brown hair parted in front and braided into smooth tight braids ending in bows the exact shade of their dresses. These bows were a constant source of envy to Jane Morton, because they never seemed to drop off or hang by three hairs as her own invariably did.