"Yes, I know," answered White Wings, unblushingly, "it's impossible to deceive me."
"Well!" was all Billy could say, so disgusted was he with the barefaced fib.
"And here we are," said the Egg, as they dropped gently on the sidewalk in the town of Eggs-Aggeration. And such a grotesque town as it was. Not a straight street or house in it. The walls, a little distance away, went up and up so high that Billy could just barely see the roofs of the houses; but when he was standing next them he could almost reach their tops by standing on tiptoe. The streets looked miles long, but he knew he could almost come to their end in three steps and a jump.
"What an exaggeration," said Billy to himself; "why, of course, that's the reason they call it Eggs-Aggeration."
"Here's Billy Bounce," called White Wings, and out of their doors and windows trooped the inhabitants.
First came the Blue Hen's Chicken, and after her rolled eggs of all kinds and descriptions.
Blue Hen's Chicken.
"My goodness," said White Wings, "what a time I had with him, to be sure. It was only after a fierce hand-to-egg struggle that I succeeded in capturing him."