“Who is going to pay for the eggs you broke?” retorted our hero.
“I didn’t break them.”
“You approved it, at any rate.”
“Yes, I did,” said James.
“You probably didn’t know where I was carrying them.”
“Where?” James condescended to ask.
“To your house. I’ve lost time enough already, and must be getting back.”
Harry hurried to the road, where he found the wagon safe under the charge of Will Pomeroy. Jumping in, he drove in haste to Squire Turner’s residence, and taking the basket of eggs carried them round to the side door, which was opened by Mrs. Murray, the house-keeper.
“Here are some eggs from the store,” said Harry, holding out the basket.
“Why, they’re all broke,” said the house-keeper, in dismay.