It's too big for a chick, for one thing, and besides you can see

perfectly well it isn't a chick.

"It's more like a bustard than a chick."

"For my part," said Redwood, reluctantly allowing Bensington to drag him

into the argument, "I must confess that, considering all the evidence--"

"Oh I if you do that," said Mr. Bensington's cousin Jane, "instead of

using your eyes like a sensible person--"

Well, but really, Miss Bensington--!"

Oh! Go on!" said Cousin Jane. "You men are all alike."

Considering all the evidence, this certainly falls within the

definition--no doubt it's abnormal and hypertrophied, but

still--especially since it was hatched from the egg of a normal

hen--Yes, I think, Miss Bensington, I must admit--this, so far as one

can call it anything, is a sort of chick."

You mean it's a chick?" said cousin Jane.

I think it's a chick," said Redwood.

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