No, sir.

'Twasn' her way.

Her jes' cocked her head aslant, tuk a long stare at the cussed thing, an' said, so plain as looks cud say, 'Well, I've a-laid this egg, an' I reckon I've a-got to hatch et; an' ef et takes me to th' aluminium, I'll see et out.'" "The millennium," corrected Mr.Fogo, who was much interested.
"Not bein' over-eddicated, sir," said Caleb, with unconscious severity, "that old hen, I reckon, said 'aluminium.' But niver mind.
Her sot, an' sot, an' kept on settin', an' neglected the rest o' they chicks for what seemingly to her was the call o' duty, till wan' by wan they all died.

'Twas pitiful, sir; an' the wust was to see her lay so much store by that egg.

Th' ould Mennear was for takin' et away; but 'twud ha' broke her heart.