Hen Turkeys. "Are you the Guinea Fowls?"

"We are," said the one with the bright-colored legs, "and you are the
Turkeys, are you not?"

"We are the Hen Turkeys," said they, "and these are our children. The
Gobbler didn't feel that he could come with us this morning, but he will
come later. He got very tired in Grasshopper season and is hardly over
it yet."

"That is too bad," said the Guinea Cock politely. "We hope he will soon
be better. It is a hard time for all Turkeys--so much running to and
fro, besides the stretching of the neck whenever a Grasshopper comes
near."

"Perhaps he overate somewhat," said one of the Hen Turkeys. "We were
quite worried about him for a time. He slept so poorly and dreamed that
he was being chased. He always has a good appetite, and you know how it
is when there is so much food around. One cannot let it alone."

So they chatted on about one thing and another, and walked as they
visited. The Guinea Fowls were more fussy and restless than the Turkeys,
and even when they were speaking would run after some dainty bit of food
that had just caught their eyes. Of course the Hen Turkeys said how glad
they were to have the Guinea Fowls come there to live, and hoped that
they would enjoy their new home. All of the farmyard people thought it a
most delightful place.

"Oh, yes," cried the Guinea Hen with the bright-colored legs, "it is
very pleasant, of course, but I wish you could see the farm we left."

"Why! Was it better than this?" asked the Turkey Chicks, crowding around
her. They were so surprised that they forgot their mothers' telling them
that if they came they must be very quiet, and making them all repeat
together, "Little Turkeys should be seen and not heard."

"Better? My dears, it was not to be spoken of in the same breath. I
understand that when one has always lived here, this may seem very nice,
but when one has known better things, it is hard to be contented."

"Still, we shall be very happy here, I am sure," said the other Guinea
Hen, the one with the brown legs. "People all seem so bright and
pleasant. I like it very much indeed."

"We are glad of that," said the Turkeys all together. "We really must be
going. We fear we have stayed too long already. The Gobbler will wonder
if we are never coming back. Good-morning."

As they walked off to look for him, one Hen Turkey said to another, "It
must be hard to come here after living on that farm."

"Yes," was the answer, "