{"product_id":"2940015905250","title":"Adventures of Chicken Little Jane","description":"An excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Chicken Little! Chick-en Lit-tle!\"\u003cbr\u003eThe three little girls in the fence corner looked up but no one responded.\u003cbr\u003e\"Chicken Little Jane!\" The voice was a trifle more insistent.\u003cbr\u003eThe little girl in the blue gingham dress and white frilled pinafore looked at her small hostess reproachfully.\u003cbr\u003e\"Why don't you answer, Jane?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"'Cause I'll have to go in. She'll think I don't hear if I keep still.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Ja-ane!—I want you!\" The voice was several notes higher and betrayed irritation.\u003cbr\u003e\"She's getting mad,\" said the little girl in the pink dress and white frilled pinafore—sister to the blue dress. \"You'd better go—she's leaning out the window and she'll see us in a minute.\" Katy Halford was facing the house and her facts agreed with what Jane Morton knew of her mother's ways.\u003cbr\u003eShe got to her feet reluctantly.\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes-m, I'm coming!\" she yelled in a shrill treble. \"You come, too, girls,\" she added in a lower tone. \"Maybe she won't make me stay if I have company.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"All right—let's tell her about Alice.\" Katy jumped up quickly.\u003cbr\u003eGertie Halford followed suit.\u003cbr\u003eThe two small sisters were as like as possible in dress and as unlike in disposition. They were always immaculately starched and neat with their thick brown hair parted in front and braided into smooth tight braids ending in bows the exact shade of their dresses. These bows were a constant source of envy to Jane Morton, because they never seemed to drop off or hang by three hairs as her own invariably did.\u003cbr\u003eGertie Halford was a gentle little mouse of a girl with soft hazel eyes, who loved pretty things and hated anything rough or boisterous. Her sister Katy's gray eyes, on the contrary, were shrewd and keen, as was their small owner, who could be relied upon to take care of herself and have her own way on all occasions. The sisters were nine and eleven respectively, and Chicken Little not quite ten.\u003cbr\u003eJane Morton or Chicken Little Jane, as she had been nicknamed while a toddler, because she was always teasing for the story of \"Chicken Little,\" was usually described as all eyes. Her slim, active legs, however, were also a very important part of her anatomy. But her eyes easily held the center of the stage—big and brown and wondering, they had a way of looking at you as if you were the only person about. Her straight brown hair was swept back from her face by a round rubber comb and tied atop her head with a ribbon for further security. Despite these precautions, it usually looked as if it needed brushing. Her clothes, too, were prone to accidents because of her habit of roosting on picket fences or tree branches. Today, however, she was almost as spick and span as Katy and Gertie. She had just been through the painful process of cleaning up after dinner.\u003cbr\u003eThe children burst into Mrs. Morton's bedroom without the ceremony of knocking, too intent upon the news they had to tell, to inquire what Mrs. Morton wanted.\u003cbr\u003e\"Say, Mother,\" Chicken Little began jerkily with what breath was left from running upstairs, \"Alice says she used to live in this house when she was a little girl!\"\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Morton paused in adjusting the folds of black lace around her plump shoulders and stared at her small daughter in astonishment.\u003cbr\u003e\"Alice—in this house—a servant-girl—nonsense! Dear me, I hope she isn't untruthful; she seemed so promising.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"But she says her father used to own this house—she says they weren't always poor, and she never 'spected to have to be a hired girl. Yes, and Katy says she remembers when the Fletchers lived here and they used to have a lot of company—didn't you, Katy?\" Katy nodded importantly.\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, Ma-am, my mother says it's a shame Alice has to go out to work. She says it would break her mother's heart, only she's dead and doesn't know it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"And her father's dead, too,\" broke in Gertie, anxious to add her quota, \"but she's got an uncle and aunt that ain't dead—they live a long way off in Cincinnati, but they're so stuck up they won't do anything for Alice.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, never mind now, I'll investigate this some other time,\" Mrs. Morton replied absently, still fussing with her lace. Tiny beads of perspiration were standing out on her flushed face—she kept dabbing them away with her handkerchief.\u003cbr\u003eIt was a hot day for late September and Mrs. Morton found tight corsets and a close-fitting silk dress trials to Christian fortitude. But she was a resolute, dignified lady who knew her duty to her church and to society and did it, regardless of her own comfort or her family's....","brand":"OGB","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47100992520432,"sku":"2940015905250","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015905250","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}