“Once upon a time Chicken Licken was standing around when a piece of something fell on her head. She wasn’t the brightest thing on two legs, so she started running around in circles clucking, ‘The sky is falling! The sky is falling! We must tell the President!‘”
“She gave him a pair of glasses with glow in the dark lenses and sent a letter to the moon. The letter said, ‘Moon, don’t even think about doing anything silly like melting or something.’ And then she left.”
“It all seemed so silly. Why couldn’t she and Max and the Zwirns and the German children all play together? Why did they have to have all this business of decisions and taking sides?”
“Would there be room in the boat for me to ride to shore with you?” she begged. “I know it’s silly, but there is America so close to me for the first time in my life – I can’t bear not to set my foot upon it!”
“What a child you are, Kit,” smiled Mrs. Eaton. “Sometimes ‘tis hard to believe you are sixteen.”