The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-11-11
"Six o'clock-Feed ducks and chick


mine o'clock-Fiy up tent.
Ten o'clock-Cleaning Jobs for the
day.
Eleven oclock-Feed young ducks.
Twelve o'clock-Grub.
Two o'clock-Feed and water
young ducks.
Three o'clock-Svim.
-Four o'clock-Coffee.
Five oclock-Feed garbage chick
ems.
six o'clock-Feed ducks; inspect
fountains.
Seven o'clock-Dnner"
The o'clock chickens get the food
that Is left over from the table. The
only word Patrick knows for that is
garbage, SO he calls them garbage
chickens. 1t isn't chicken farm alone
this farm. 1t began that way, but
now 1t has branched out in SO many
directions that Patrick calls 1t the
Noah's Ark. The aunts love animals
so well that whenever they see new
kind they can't help adding it to the
menagerie. Besides, as one of them
says:
How can we tell what pays best
till we've tried eyerything?"
So besides the chickens, Michael
Angelo, the old rooster, and Mary
Jane, his wife, and the young chick
ens-which are constantly going to
New York to be eaten, but more come
in their places, for the incubators are
working all the time-there are, In
the first place, Hungry Henrietta and
Peeping Tom and their descendants.
Hungry Henrietta is Maltese cat,
and forlorn cat she was when Pat
rick found her one day last summer
mewing and wet, on the edge of the
pond, where some one had tried to
drown her. After a few good meals !.
Hungry Henrietta filled out wonder
fully, and deserved her name no long
er, only it would cling to her. But
evidently she was lonely in spite Of the
petting she got, for one day she dis
appeared, and when she came back,
four days afterwards, she had Peep
ing Tom with her. No one knows
where Peeping Tom came from. Pat
rick named him that because he lives
under the studio, in the corner of the
garden, and peeps out at you, and will
not no matter how nicely you say,
Poor Toni Pretty Toni" come out
and be friendly. But he and Hungry
Henrietta have some very pretty kit
tens, so pretty that though they are
short-haired cats, they sell readily at
81 apiece. Ten of their children and
their childrens children are at home.
Moxie and Minnie are one family.
Poutcher Bullock, Bullock Poutcher
and Plain Pouhcher are another. The
other five are SO recent that they
haven't been named. The relationships
of these families are very intricate.
Nobody but Patrick understands them.
But the pinks and prizes in the way
of cats at the Noah's Ark are Bobby
Burns and Peggy, two big, beautiful
Angoras, and their four kittens. The
kittens are so small that they can't
do much, except lie on their backs in
the Morris chair and sleep; but by-an-
by they will be very valuable and sell
for a good deal of money The aunts
don't dare to mention this though be-
fore Patrick and .Elihu. That is the
worst of raising things on a farm.
You get fond of them and then they
have to be sold.
The boys know that Wisgly Pig and
Piggy Wig-the two little white pigs
are going to be eaten, and they feel
so apologetic and remorseful toward
the little creatures in consequence
that they take extra good care Of them.
Every day they move the portable
pen, part of which has no 1oor, to
new place, so that Wiggly Pig and Pig
gly Wig have fresh earth to root their
pink noses in. They are very bright
pigs. The other day Elihu wrote home
to his mother:
Dear Mother: We have two pigs.
Their eyes are so human that they
make you quite nervous. They are
householder pigs
Elihu probably means that they are
well hammered in their own house, for
the aunts haven't asked them into
the big house-yet.
Besides the chickens and the cats
and the pigs there are more doves
than you could count, scores of rab- J
bits, ducks Of all ages, one venera-
BILE goose, darling collie named Fan
ny and her two still more darling pup
pies, horse, Mrs. Dollie, and Queen
Elizabeth, the Jersey COW. You can
see that item No. in Patrick's pro-
gram, cleaning jobs for the day."
means a good deal of work. For the
homes of all these creatures, big and
little, have to be kept sweet and clean.
once fortnight or so Patrick and ELL
hu and one of the aunts harness Mrs.
Dollie to the farm wagon and ride to
the sawmill and buy forty bags of soft
shavings to make beds for the animals,
and ride home on top OF the pile.
The tent is the jolliest place imagin-
able. Along one side is Patrick's lit
tie white bed, and across the end is
Elihu's. Their trunks make fine seats.
and these and bureau and some
books and few pictures complete