“To carry home this hen.”
Then for the first time General Wall’s attention was attracted to the covered basket, the occupant of which took the opportunity of indicating her presence.
“Whose hen is it?”
“Peter’s.”
“How came it at school?”
John looked at Peter, and the latter answered readily, not being overbashful, “I carried it there.”
“What for?” asked the general, surprised.
“I tied it in the master’s chair.”
“You wanted to play a trick upon him, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir.”