"The head he-hen uh the flock.

But if I was going to hunt eggs, I'd take down a chiny egg and leave it in the nest, Mose." "But I ain't got--" Mose caught Dick's pale glance resting with what might be considered some significance upon the vinegar jug, and he stopped short.

"That wouldn't work," he commented vaguely.
"Well, I've got to be going.

Boss might can me if he caught me loafing around here, eating pie when I ought to be working.

Ford's a fine fellow, don't you think ?" He grinned and went out, and immediately returned, complaining that he never could stand socks with a hole in the toe, and he guessed he'd have to hunt through his war-bag for a good pair.
Mose, as need scarcely be explained, went immediately to the stable to hunt eggs; and Dick, in the next room, smiled to himself when he heard the door slam behind him.