came. How do they look? Are they handsomely dressed?
We shall not call upon them unless they are our kind of people." It was
some time since their last plucking for the season, and the Geese were
growing more airy every day now.

"They are really very peculiar," said the Black Spanish Hen, "and not at
all common-looking. I should call them decidedly genteel." Here the
Geese looked at each other and nodded. They were always talking about
being genteel, although if you had asked them, they might not have been
able to tell what they meant by the word. "They are shaped quite like
small Hen Turkeys," added the Black Spanish Hen "and their feathers are
a dark bluish-gray with round white spots all over them. They do not
wear any feathers on top of their heads. When I saw the first one, I
thought she must have lost hers in an accident, but after the others
came up, I knew it must be the custom in their family."

"And they are shaped like us?" asked the Hen Turkeys all together. They
were thinking that perhaps the Black Spanish Hen would call them
genteel-looking also, but she didn't.

"Very much like you," she replied. "In fact, I think they said something
about being related to your family, although I am not sure. Do you
remember, dear?" she said, turning to the Black Spanish Cock.

"Certainly," he answered. "The Guinea Hen with the orange-colored legs
said that their family was related to both the Turkeys and the Peacocks,
and that they were pleased to see members of those families here."

"Gobble-gobble-gobble," called the Gobbler to the Hen Turkeys. "You must
call upon our relatives as soon as you can. I will go later. I always
wait to find out more about strangers before calling. It is my way." He
didn't stop to think that if everybody waited as long as he did, the
strangers would be very lonely.

After this, they scattered to feed, and the Hen Turkeys and their
children looked for the Guinea Fowls. "Listen," said one, "and we may
hear them talking to each other." They stood still, with their heads
well up and turned a little to one side. They heard a harsh voice
saying, "Ca-mac! Ca-mac!" and as none of their old friends ever said
"Ca-mac!" they knew at once that it was one of the newcomers. They
walked around the corner of the Sheep-shed, and there found them, a
Guinea Cock and two Guinea Hens. One of the Guinea Hens had
orange-colored legs, while the others had dark grayish-brown ones.

"Good-morning," said the