"She is over in one of the tents, and I'll go get her." Keith was right.

Miss Allison proved the key that unlocked every little red tongue, and they answered her questions glibly.
"We don brought sumpin to Miss 'Genia," stammered Tildy, shyly.
"M'haley, she got a chicken in dis yere box wot she gwine to give to Miss 'Genia to take away wid her on de kyars." "A chicken!" repeated Miss Allison, laughing, "What did M'haley bring Miss Eugenia a chicken for ?" "'Cause Miss 'Genia, she give M'haley her hat wid roses on it ovah to the ole mill picnic, when it fell in de spring an' got wet, and we brought her a chicken to take away on de kyars fo' a pet." An old bandbox tied with brown twine was promptly hoisted up from the outer darkness into the light of the red dragon lanterns on the porch.
The sides had been pricked with a nail to admit air, and the lid was cut in slits.

Through these slits they could discover a half-grown chicken, cowering sleepily on the bottom of the box.

It was a mottled brown one, with its wing feathers growing awkwardly in the wrong direction.
"Imagine me carrying this into the Waldorf," laughed Eugenia, when she had expressed her thanks, and Mom Beck had been called to take the children away and give them cake and cream in the background.
"But you'll have to take it," said Miss Allison, "at least to the station, for you may be sure they'll be on hand to see you start, and their feelings would be sadly hurt if you didn't take it, at any rate out of their sight." It was time for the leave-takings to begin.

Joyce and Eugenia put on their hats, and Eliot hurried out with the satchels as the carriage drove up.