We would divide the duties of the farm, and, among other things, Euphemia would take charge of the chickens.

She wished to do this entirely herself, so that there might be one thing that should be all her own, just as my work in town was all my own.

As she wished to buy the chickens and defray all the necessary expenses out of her own private funds, I could make no objections, and, indeed, I had no desire to do so.

She bought a chicken-book, and made herself mistress of the subject.

For a week, there was a strong chicken flavor in all our conversation.
This was while the poultry yard was building.