“This morning.”
“To-day is the first of March: then if no accident happens, and the eggs are good, you expect them to hatch on the twenty-first?”
“Yes, mamma, and the eggs are all right because I told Grandma I wanted some very fresh, and she saved them for me.”
“Did Grandma know of your experiment?”
“Oh! no, mamma. Not a soul but you knows about it; and I want you to keep the secret until we know how it will turn out.”
“Very well!” said mamma; “but if you lock the door you had better leave the key with me in case anything should happen. I will look at your incubator occasionally while you are at school.”
August gave his mother a grateful look—he felt so encouraged by her sympathy.
“How warm do you keep the eggs?” she asked as he carefully replaced the carpet and cover.
“Réaumur says at 32°, that is about 103 1-2 Fahrenheit.[A]”
“Must the eggs be kept at that temperature all the time?”