"
They tiptoed stealthily around the house to the back-yard, but
found the hen-house door locked.
"Can't you get the key?" asked the younger child.
"Naw, I can't," replied the other boy, "but you can git in th'oo
this-here little hole what the chickens goes in at, whiles I
watches fer Aunt Minerva. I'll stand right here an' hol' my cap
whiles you fetches me the eggs. An' don't you take more 'n five
or six," he warned.
"I'm skeered of the old hen," objected Jimmy. "Is she much of a
pecker?"
"Naw, she ain't a-goin' to hurt you," was the encouraging reply.
"Git up an' crawl th'oo; I'll help you."
Billy, having overcome his scruples, now entered into the
undertaking with great zest.
Jimmy climbed the chicken ladder, kicked his chubby legs through
the aperture, hung suspended on his fat little middle for an
instant, and finally, with much panting and tugging, wriggled his
plump, round body into the hen-house. He walked over where a
lonesome looking hen was sitting patiently on a nest.
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