All right

　　"I have," said the old Fox.  "When I open the bag you hold the cover off the kettle and I'll shake the bag so that the Hen will fall in, and then you pop the cover on, before she can jump out."

　　"All right," said his mean old mother; and she stood close by the boiling kettle, ready to put the cover on.

　　The Fox lifted the big, heavy bag up till it was over the open kettle, and gave it a shake.  Splash! thump! splash!  In  went the stone and out came the boiling water, all over the old Fox and the old Fox's mother!

　　And they were scalded to death.

　　But the little Red Hen lived happily ever after, in her own little farmhouse.

　　THE STORY OF THE LITTLE RID HIN[1]

　　[1] From Horace E. Scudder's Doings of the Bodley Family in Town and Country (Houghton, Mifflin & Co.).

　　There was once't upon a time    A little small Rid Hin,  Off in the good ould country    Where yees ha' nivir bin.

　　Nice and quiet shure she was,    And nivir did any harrum;  She lived alane all be herself,    And worked upon her farrum.

　　There lived out o'er the hill,    In a great din o' rocks,  A crafty, shly, and wicked    Ould folly iv a Fox.

　　This rashkill iv a Fox,    He tuk it in his head  He'd have the little Rid Hin:    So, whin he wint to bed,

　　He laid awake and thaught    What a foine thing 'twad be  To fetch her home and bile her up    For his ould marm and he.

　　And so he thaught and thaught,    Until he grew so thin  That there was nothin' left of him    But jist his bones and shkin.