Exhausted, Dorothy dropped into the nearest seat. The old gray goose wandered off toward home, led by a proud farmer’s boy.
Scarcely had the laughter from the first event ceased, when the Thread and Needle Race was called for.
Ralph Ewing was an easy winner, thanks to Mollie’s skill as a seamstress. Ralph declared the button she sewed on him should ornament his coat for evermore.
But the Egg and Spoon Race was a closely contested event.
The race appeared to be a tie between Ambassador Morton and Mr. Winthrop Latham.
Near-sighted Franz Heller made a brave start, but his eyes betrayed him. Carefully carrying his egg in a spoon which he bore at arm’s length, Franz forgot to look down at his feet. He stumped his toe against a small stone. Crash, the egg rolled from his spoon! A yellow stream marked the place where it fell.
Mr. Latham and the Ambassador were painstaking men. They ran along, side by side, at a gentle pace. The man who arrived first at the appointed goal with an unbroken egg was, of course, the victor.
Unfortunately for Mr. Latham, an old habit overcame him. In the midst of the contest he paused to adjust his glasses. The movement of his arm was fatal. His spoon tipped and his egg rolled gently to the earth.
Still the Ambassador continued unmoved on his stately journey. With a smile he solemnly handed an unbroken white egg to Reginald Latham.
“Here, cook this for your breakfast!” he advised Reginald, who was acting as judge of this famous event.