"
"Well, she won't never miss two or three eggs," coaxed Jimmy.
"How many did she put under the old hen?"
"She put fifteen," was the response, "an' I don't believe she'd
want me to tech 'em."
"They 're 'bout the prettiest eggs ever was," continued the
tempter, "all blue and pink and green, and 'bout a million kinds.
They're just perzactly like rabbit's eggs."
"Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln ain't never hear teller no rabbit's
eggs sence we's born," said Billy; "I don't berlieve rabbits
lays eggs nohow."
"They don' lay 'em 'cept to Easter," said Jimmy. "Miss Cecilia
'splained it all to me and she's my Sunday-School teacher and
rabbits is bound to lay eggs 'cause it's in the Bible and she's
'bout the prettiest 'splainer they is. I'm going over there now
to see 'bout my eggs," and he made believe to leave the swing.
"Le's us slip roun' to the hen-house an' see what the of hen's
a-doin'," suggested the sorely tempted Billy. "Aunt Minerva is
a-makin' me some nightshirts an' she ain't takin' no notice of
nothin' else.
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