So on this day, when Joe appeared with a hatful, there was excitement.

He felt himself a hero.

We thought him a little saviour.
"My!" said Mother, "where did you get all those ?" "Get 'em! I've had these planted for three munce--they're a nest I found long ago; I thought I would n't say anythink till we really wanted 'em." Just then one of the eggs fell out of the hat and went off "pop" on the floor.
Dave nearly upset the table, he rose so suddenly; and covering his nose with one hand he made for the door; then he scowled back over his shoulder at Joe.

He utterly scorned his brother Joe.

All of us deserted the table except Dad--he stuck to his place manfully; it took a lot to shift HIM.
Joe must have had a fine nerve.