They're in wheat sacks, and full so high, and they'll have to be handled like eggs." "I'll do the carrying," laughed father.

"Come show me!" So we took all those eggs, and put them under mother's bed.
Of course she and Candace saw us, but they didn't hunt eggs and they'd never tell.

If ever I thought I'd burst wide open! About dusk I saw Leon coming from the barn carrying his hat at his side--more eggs--so I ran like a streak and locked the front door, and then slipped back in the dining-room and almost screamed, when I could hear him trying it, and he couldn't get in.

After a while he came in, fussed around, and finally went into the sitting-room, and the key turned and he went upstairs.

I knew I wouldn't dare look at him when he came down, so I got a reader and began on a piece I just love: "A nightingale made a mistake; She sang a few notes out of tune: Her heart was ready to break, And she hid away from the moon." When I did get a peep, gracious but he was black! Maybe it wasn't going to be so much fun after all.