"The hens won't do it for you, no matter how old you are," said Turly.
"Oh!" said Terry impatiently, "that is not what I mean! There's a few hens down at Connolly's farm, and Nancy thinks they lay."
"Where is Connolly's farm?"
"I'm sure I don't know, but there are hens there, real industrious hens, and I want to get their eggs for Gran'ma."
"You can't," said Turly.
"Wait till you see," said Terry.
Turly looked at his sister admiringly, but went on piling up the difficulties she was going to surmount.
"You don't know where Connolly's farm is. And when you do, the hens are not yours. Connolly wants to eat his own eggs. Perhaps he's got a gran'ma."
"No, he hasn't. And he would rather have money than eggs. At least poor people generally do."
"How do you know he is poor?"