But he had the money last year, and the year before, and if he'd cleaned his feet well--I was not hunting his eggs, when I found them.

"His tracks betrayed him," as father said.

I was thankful supper was ready just then, and while it was going on mother said: "As soon as you finish, all bring in your eggs.
I want to wrap the ones to colour to-night, and bury them in the fireplace so they will colour, dry, and be ready to open in the morning." No one said a word, but neither Laddie nor Leon looked very happy, and I took awful bites to keep my face straight.

When all of us finished May brought a lot from the bran barrel in the smoke house, but Laddie and Leon only sat there and looked silly; it really was funny.
"I must have more eggs than this ?" said mother.

"Where are they to come from ?" Father nodded to me and I said: "From under your bed!" "Oh, it was you! And I never once caught you snooping!" cried Leon.
"Easy son!" said father.