There's no danger of anybody spoilin' your
drinkin', if they could interfere with your atin'. You guess,
Dannie."
"The dominick hen is setting," ventured Dannie, and Mary's face
showed that he had blundered on the truth.
"She is," affirmed Mary, pouring the tea, "but it is real mane of
you to guess it, when I've so few new things to tell. She has
been setting two days, and she went over fifteen fresh eggs
to-day. In just twinty-one days I will have fiftane the
cunningest little chickens you ever saw, and there is more yet. I
found the nest of the gray goose, and there are three big eggs in
it, all buried in feathers. She must have stripped her breast
almost bare to cover them. And I'm the happiest I've been all
winter. I hate the long, lonely, shut-in time. I am going on a
delightful spree. I shall help boil down sugar-water and make
maple syrup. I shall set hins, and geese, and turkeys. I shall
make soap, and clane house, and plant seed, and all my flowers
will bloom again. Goody for summer; it can't come too soon to
suit me."
"Lord! I don't see what there is in any of those things," said
Jimmy. "I've got just one sign of spring that interests me. If
you want to see me caper, somebody mention to me the first rattle
of the Kingfisher.
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