There was a little Plymouth Rock hen that was wanting to sit here last week, and it took me all I could do and more to get the eggs saved up for her, and at the latter end I had only nine." "Is she sitting yet!" "She is, of course." "Then you might try the judge with the eggs that's under her." "I will not, then.

Is it after all the trouble I had with her, and the chickens will be out early next week.

I never heard of the like." "Well," said Meldon, "I'll have to leave the boiled eggs to you, Sabina, but I'll be disappointed in you if the judge eats them.

Do you think now that you thoroughly understand what you've got to do ?" "I do.

Why wouldn't I ?" "Then I'll say good-bye to you.