"How do you get these things ?" he asked, when he joined Tommy in the barn.
"We find 'em or buy 'em, or folks give 'em to us.

My father sends me mine; but as soon as I get egg money enough, I'm going to buy a pair of ducks.

There's a nice little pond for 'em behind the barn, and people pay well for duck-eggs, and the little duckies are pretty, and it's fun to see 'em swim," said Tommy, with the air of a millionaire.
Nat sighed, for he had neither father nor money, nothing in the wide world but an old empty pocketbook, and the skill that lay in his ten finger tips.

Tommy seemed to understand the question and the sigh which followed his answer, for after a moment of deep thought, he suddenly broke out, "Look here, I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you will hunt eggs for me, I hate it, I'll give you one egg out of every dozen.