Their coming must have been a brisk affair, though nobody was out in the street to see it.

The violent bellowing of little Skelmersdale seems to have been the first announcement of anything out of the way.

Miss Durgan of the Post Office was at the window as usual, and saw the hen that had caught the unhappy child, in violent flight up the street with its victim, closely pursued by two others.

You know that swinging stride of the emancipated athletic latter-day pullet! You know the keen insistence of the hungry hen! There was Plymouth Rock in these birds, I am told, and even without Herakleophorbia that is a gaunt and striding strain.
Probably Miss Durgan was not altogether taken by surprise.

In spite of Mr.Bensington's insistence upon secrecy, rumours of the great chicken Mr.Skinner was producing had been about the village for some weeks.
"Lor!" she cried, "it's what I expected." She seems to have behaved with great presence of mind.