Mother Carey's Chickens #260377

Nancy stopped reading and laid down the copy of Water Babies on the sitting-room table. No more just now, Peter-bird, she said; I hear mother coming. It was a cold, dreary day in late October, with an east wind and a chill of early winter in the air. The cab stood in front of Captain Carey's house, with a trunk beside the driver and a general air of expectancy on the part of neighbors at the opposite windows.