[CHAPTER IV.]
ADVENTURES IN EGGS-AGGERATION.
"Hello!" cried Billy, "what's that ahead?"
Far off on the horizon he saw a large white and gold thing sailing through the air. As he drew nearer he could see its wings gently flapping.
"It looks something like—why it is, a large fried egg," said he, excitedly.
"Good day, sir," for by this time they were side by side.
"It's not a good day, and I'm not sir, I'm White Wings," said the fried egg, curling up around the edges scornfully.
"Well, maybe you're not sir," said Billy, tartly, "but you're very surly."