"No, Sue. I guess if I were going out to gather ostrich eggs I wouldn't get many of them in this basket. But I'm not going after eggs. Not this time, anyhow."
"Where are you going?" asked Bunny once more.
"What's a—a ockstritch?" asked Sue, for that was as near as she could say the funny word.
"An ostrich," answered Grandpa Brown, "is a big bird, much bigger than the biggest Thanksgiving turkey. It has long legs, and fine feathers, and ladies wear them on their hats. I mean they wear the ostrich feathers, not the bird's legs."
"And do ockstritches lay big eggs?" Sue wanted to know.
"They do," answered Grandpa Brown. "They lay eggs in the hot sand of the desert, and they are big eggs. I guess I couldn't get more than six of them in this basket."
"Oh-o-o-o!" exclaimed Bunny and Sue together, with their eyes wide open.
"What big eggs they must be!" went on Bunny.
"And is you going to get hens' eggs or ockstritches' eggs now, Grandpa?" asked Sue.
"Neither one, little brown-eyes, I'm going out in the orchard to pick a few peaches. Grandma wants to make a peach shortcake for supper. So I have to get the peaches."