Love Among the Chickens: A Story of the Haps and Mishaps on an English Chicken Farm

Mr. Jeremy Garnet stood with his back to the empty grate – for the time was summer – watching with a jaundiced eye the removal of his breakfast things. «Mrs. Medley,» he said. «Sir?» «Would it bore you if I became auto-biographical?» «Sir?» "Never mind. I merely wish to sketch for your benefit a portion of my life's history. At eleven o'clock last night I went to bed, and at once sank into a dreamless sleep. About four hours later there was a clatter