st never be neglected, daughter."

"And Jane, I don't want to hear you say Golly again. By-words of any
kind are objectionable for young girls, and that is particularly rough
and coarse," Mrs. Morton added severely.

"You never say it is coarse when Ernest says it--and he uses it an awful
lot."

"My dear, you are not a boy," Mrs. Morton replied with a dignity that
was final.

"I don't care," said Chicken Little when the trio got out doors, "it's
not one bit fair to let boys do so many more things than girls! You just
wait, if I ever have a daughter she's going to do every single thing her
brother does. So there!"

Sherm overheard and later in the day when he and Jane were talking
together, he remarked: "Chicken Little, I don't think it is exactly fair
either to hold the girls in so much tighter than boys, but your mother
is right, allee samee. I have heard the fellows talk often enough to
know they think a lot more of a girl who isn't slangy, than of one who
is. Of course, mild ones like 'Oh dear' don't matter, but you see a man
kind of likes to have a girl, well--different." Sherm was getting in a
little beyond his depth.

The girls carried two pails of sour milk and a great basket of parings
to their greedy pigs and watched them feed without interest.

"The only reason I'm glad to go home is I won't have to feed these
horrid pigs any more. I never saw anything grow and eat like they do.
They ought to be worth a lot of money after all the stuff they've
eaten." Katy kicked her toe against the log pen to emphasize her
remarks.

"I don't think they're worth so very much yet." Chicken Little was
regarding them with no very friendly eye.

"I wouldn't mind so much if they weren't getting so ugly and smelly,"
said Gertie plaintively.

Frank, happening by just then, was amused to see their disgusted
expressions.

"Say, Frank, how soon will these pigs be big enough to go in the corral
with the others?"

Frank's eyes twinkled. He came up and scanned the ten muddy, impudent
pigs, who were already coming up to the sides of the pen, grunting for
more. "Well," he said judicially, "I think perhaps you will be rid of
them inside of two or three months, but they'll eat a lot more from now
on."

The three set up a united protest.

"Father said it would only be a few weeks when we caught them, and it's
been five already," Chicken Little remonstrated hotly.

"Well, don't go for me. You asked for my opinion and I gave