At last one lark went almost from sight and he rang, twisted and trilled his call, until my heart swelled so big it hurt.

I crossed on the jump with no time to think at all.

That was a fine plan, for I made it, but I hit the post so hard I broke the middle egg.

I was going to throw it away, but there was so much starch in my apron it held like a dish, and it had been clean that morning, now the egg soiled it anyway, so I ran and got home all right.
Mother was so pleased about the eggs she changed the apron and never said a word, except to brag on me.

She said she couldn't keep house without me, and I guess that was a fact.