his homely feet, because he couldn't help having
those! There is no reason for either pride or shame with the Peacock. He
has just such a body as was given him, and he couldn't make one feather
grow differently if he tried."

"I don't see what anybody can be proud of, then," said a Gosling sadly;
for, you see, she wanted to be proud of something.

"Be proud of what you have done yourself," said the Blind Horse gently.
"Be proud of keeping clean, or of telling the truth, or of speaking
pleasantly when things go wrong. There are plenty of chances to be proud
in a good way, if one must be proud."

THE DISCONTENTED GUINEA HEN

"Well," said the Gobbler, "I should like to know what next! Last spring
it was the White Pig, when we had never had any but black and brown ones
on the place. Next it was Ducks, because one of the farmer's boys wanted
them. Then it was the Peacock, to please the farmer's wife. Now it is
Guinea Fowls for the farmer's other son. Society isn't what it used to
be here, and while some of the new people may be very pleasant, I must
say that I preferred the good old quiet days."

"I think it is lovely," cackled the cheerful little Bantam Hen. "One
hears so much of the world outside, and for people like myself, who
stay at home, that is a good thing. Everybody loved the White Pig before
she had been here two days, and my children are very fond of the
Ducklings. I like to have them together, too, for after I had told them
positively that my Chickens could not go in swimming, they stopped
teasing and became most delightful playmates."

"What would you say about the Peacock?" asked the Shanghai Cock, who had
never been friendly with him, although, to tell the truth, the Shanghai
Cock was not so grumpy as he used to be.

"Er--er--well," said the Bantam Hen, who tried not to say unpleasant
things about people unless she really had to, "he--he is certainly
beautiful, although I can't say that I am fond of hearing him sing."

This made all the fowls laugh, even the Gobbler looking a little smiling
around the beak on the side where his hanging wattle did not hide his
face. When the Hen Turkeys on the smiling side saw that he was pleased,
they began to smile too; and then the Hen Turkeys on the other side, who
hadn't been sure that it was safe for them to do so, smiled also. And it
did them all a great deal of good.

"I didn't see the Guinea Fowls," said one of the Geese. "We were
swimming when they