They always have broods of little partridges then.

If you kill the mother all the little ones die, for they're too small to take care of themselves.

Do you think that's right ?" "I never thought of un before," said David.

"'Tis wicked to kill un! I'll never kill a hen pa'tridge in summer again! Not me!" "We'll have to be tellin' everybody in the Bay about that!" declared Andy.

"Nobody has ever thought about the poor little uns starvin' and dyin'!" "That'll be doing good scout work," Doctor Joe commended.