“

72 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

‘‘T guess about a hatful,’? was the
answer.

“A hatful!’? I exclaimed; ‘pooh!
more likely half a bushel.”” I was
rather a sanguine boy.

«But there’s no use talking about
the scaffold,’” my brother said. «We
couldn’t go there, you know, if the
whole scaffold was covered with eggs.”

I thought otherwise. ‘I don’t be-
lieve the folks know what lots of eggs
there are among those bundles of rye,”’ I
said.

‘¢ But,” said my brother, I shouldn’t
wonder if they knew one thing about
that scaffold, better than we do.”’