Maurice took his hand full of corn and let the hen peck from it. "Durst you do it ?" he asked of Paul. "Let's see," said Paul. He had a small hand, warm, and rather capable-looking.
Miriam watched. He held the corn to the hen.
The bird eyed it with her hard, bright eye, and suddenly made a peck into his hand.
He started, and laughed.
"Rap, rap, rap!" went the bird's beak in his palm.