Her linsey dress was crumpled and covered with hayseed.
"I've been in the hay-mow," said Betty, waving a small basket.

"For a week that old black hen has circumvented me, but at last I have conquered.

I found the nest in the farthest corner under the hay." "How did you get up in the loft ?" inquired Mrs.Zane.
"Bessie, I climbed up the ladder of course.

I acknowledge being unusually light-hearted and happy this morning, but I have not as yet grown wings.

Sam said I could not climb up that straight ladder, but I found it easy enough." "You should not climb up into the loft," said Mrs.Zane, in a severe tone.