ld throw some corn or wheat in for Old Speckle.

One morning Mother said, "Here is the breakfast for the chickens,
Bobby."

"I'll feed them right away," said Bobby.

And he meant to.

Taking the basin of meal in one hand and the basin of wheat in the
other, he started toward the chicken coop.

When he was about half way there, he spied his new white rabbit poking
her nose out between the slats of the rabbit-pen.

Bobby stopped. For a few moments he stood and watched her. Then he set
the two basins down on the ground and went over to the rabbit-pen.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said to himself. "It won't hurt the
chickens to wait a little while for their breakfast."

Bunny was so interesting with her long ears and her wiggly nose, that
Bobby stayed fifteen minutes, watching her. By that time, he had
forgotten all about Old Speckle and the chickens.

Next he went to a corner of the rail fence to see whether there were any
more eggs in the robin's nest. He found four blue eggs.

Then to the Duck Pond he went to see whether the little boat he had left
there the day before was still there. It was. He sailed it eleven times
across the pond.

When he was through sailing the boat, he saw Rover coming through the
orchard.

"Hello, Rover," he said, "let's go to the barn."

And they went down the lane to the Big Red Barn, leaving Old Speckle and
the ten little chicks still unfed.

"Why doesn't Bobby come with our breakfast?" thought the hungry little
chicks.

"Why doesn't Bobby come with our breakfast?" thought Old Speckle. "My
poor little chicks will starve."

Meanwhile the Big Rooster found the basin of meal and the basin of
wheat.

"What a nice breakfast!" he thought.

And he ate it all up.

When noon time came, the dinner bell rang.

"Come, Rover," said Bobby. "Let's go up to dinner right away. It's a
long time since breakfast."

Perhaps it was because he was hungry that Bobby suddenly remembered
something.

Anyway, he began to run as fast as his legs would carry him and ran all
the way up the lane, Rover at his heels.

And, as he ran, he kept thinking, "A long time since breakfast! But the
little chickens didn't have any breakfast at all."

When he came to the spot where he had left the two basins, there the two
basins were, but both empty.

He looked over toward the chicken coop.

There was Old Speckle walking back and forth, putting her head out
between the slats every once in a while,