Then how would hens do?
Ever so many women raise hens." "Hens have diseases, and they never lay very well when you have to sell the eggs.

By the way, Clarence Jones, who sings in the choir,--you know, the man with the pink cheeks and corn-silk hair,--advertises in the 'Daily Press' for a 'live partner.' Now, there 's a chance on an established hen-ranch, if he does n't demand capital or experience." "It's a better chance for Miss Ferguson.

But she does n't like Mr.
Jones, because when he comes to call, his coat-pockets are always bulging with brown paper packages of a hen-food that he has just invented.

The other day, when he came to see her, she was out, and he handed me his card.

It had a picture and advertisement of 'The Royal Dish-faced Berkshire Pig' on it; and I 'm sure, by her expression when she saw it, that she will never be his 'live partner.' No, I don't think I 'll have an out-of-door occupation, it's so trying to the complexion.