"That will do.

You lost through your own carelessness.

You left wet mud on the garret floor, and she saw it when mother sent her for the onion skins.

You robbed Laddie of his last egg this morning; be a good loser yourself!" "Well, anyway, you didn't get 'em," said Leon to Laddie.
"And she only found them by accident!" Then we had a big time counting all those eggs, and such another heap as there was to sell, after mother filled baskets to cook with and colour.

When the table was cleared, Laddie and Leon made tallow pencils from a candle and wrote all sorts of things over eggs that had been prepared to colour.