PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. Wl

While hunting for hens’ nests in the
barn, it used, nevertheless, to seem a
great pity to me, that we could not pur-
sue our researches on that forbidden
ground. «What a host of eggs there
must be on the scaffold,” I thought.

One day, when we were not so suc-
cessful in our hunting excursion as usual,
a very meagre collection of eggs having
resulted from a search of a couple of
hours, my thoughts were drawn so
strongly toward the scaffold, that I could
hardly turn them in any other direction.

“I wonder how many eggs there are
on the scaffold?’ I inquired of my
brother.