In and out of the hayricks they went, till in the very farthest corner of all, where hardly anybody ever came, and which nobody could see into from the yard, Tiza suddenly knelt down and put her hand under the hay at the bottom of the rick.
"You come," she whispered eagerly to Milly, pulling her by the skirt, "you come and look here." Milly stooped down, and there in a soft little place, just between the hayrick and the ground, what do you think she saw?
Three large brownish eggs lying in a sort of rough nest in the hay, and looking so round and fresh and tempting, that Milly gave a little cry of delight.
"Oh, Tiza, how be--utiful! How did they get there ?" "It's old Sally, our white hen you know, laid them.

I found them just after dinner.

Mother doesn't know nothing about them.

I never told Becky, nor nobody.

Aren't they beauties ?" And Tiza took one up lovingly in her rough, little brown hands, and laid it against her cheek, to feel how soft and satiny it was.
"Oh, and Tiza, I know," exclaimed Milly eagerly, "you meant these would do for supper.