The worst of it is I had to drop my bag with all the eggs I picked off the cliff.

I had some dandies, too! Two of them were the prettiest eggs I _ever_ saw--real small at one end and big at the other, and all colored and marked and spotted up.

They were different from any eggs I ever saw, too." "Did you find 'em together, or separate ?" "Found 'em separate, on different ledges." "I know what _they_ were! They were murre eggs.

Murre eggs are different from any other kind.

They've got more colors and marks on 'em.