Every part of the little house was almost as light as it was outdoors, on account of the large windows.
Miss Laura spoke of it.

"Why, auntie, I never saw such a light hen house." Mrs.Wood was diving into a partly shut-in place, where it was not so light, and where the nests were.

She straightened herself up, her face redder than ever, and looked at the windows with a pleased smile.
"Yes, there's not a hen house in New Hampshire with such big windows.
Whenever I look at them, I think of my mother's hens, and wish that they could have had a place like this.

They would have thought themselves in a hen's paradise.

When I was a girl we didn't know that hens loved light and heat, and all winter they used to sit in a dark hencoop, and the cold was so bad that their combs would freeze stiff, and the tops of them would drop off.