There's no danger of anybody spoilin' your drinkin', if they could interfere with your atin'.

You guess, Dannie." "The dominick hen is setting," ventured Dannie, and Mary's face showed that he had blundered on the truth.
"She is," affirmed Mary, pouring the tea, "but it is real mane of you to guess it, when I've so few new things to tell.

She has been setting two days, and she went over fifteen fresh eggs to-day.

In just twinty-one days I will have fiftane the cunningest little chickens you ever saw, and there is more yet.

I found the nest of the gray goose, and there are three big eggs in it, all buried in feathers.