Oh! how Sue was covered with the whites and yellows of the eggs!
She had slid down the haymow on a side where she and Bunny did not often play, and she had slid right into the hen's nest. The children had not thought of looking there for it.
But Sue had found it.
Slowly she stood up. She and Bunny looked into the nest And, just as Sue had said, all the eggs were broken.
"Oh, it's too bad!" the little girl exclaimed. "Mrs. Gordon will be so sorry."
"You couldn't help it," declared Bunny, "You—you just slid into 'em!"
"Yes," went on Sue. "I didn't see the nest at all, but I heard the eggs break, and there I was, sitting there on them just like a hen. Oh, dear! Look at my dress!"
"It will wash out," said her brother. "You might go down and wade in the brook. But we couldn't, without asking mother, and then she'd see you anyhow."
"Oh, I'll tell her!" exclaimed Sue. "We'd better go in, 'cause if egg-stuff dries on you it's awful hard to get off. Aunt Lu said so when she baked a cake yesterday."
"Well, we can come back and slide some more."