“We’ll get our eggs first, and then go in and play with Jessie,” said Jimmy, thinking this a great pleasure. But Dick, who had hardly ever seen a cow, was secretly afraid of Jessie’s “hooks.”
“Let’s see which’ll get the most eggs,” said he, beginning to climb the ladder to the mow.
And now began a hand-and-knee exploring-expedition after eggs.
“Needn’t dig so deep,” said Jimmy, as Dick thrust both arms up to the elbows in the straw.
“Well, but I’ve found an egg, Jimmy Dunlee, and you haven’t! Just as yellow! Do you keep yellow hens?”
The laugh was now against Dick, who “didn’t know everything,” so Gilly said, “even if he did come from New York.”
“I’ve found two eggs,” said Gilly, “so, now, what you think?”
“And I’ve found four,” cried Jimmy, trying to pitch his voice on a subdued key. Too much triumph might be impolite to his guests.
“Why, here are two more, makes four. I found ’em myself,” said Gilbert grandly. “What does your mamma do with so many eggs?”