half ran and half fly from the intruders. It was a runaway hen. The children succeeded in catching the dog and reducing him to order, although it was clear he liked very much to chase hens.
"She had some eggs, too," remarked Benny as if trying to make pleasant conversation.
Jess bent over incredulously and saw a rude nest in the moss in which there were five eggs.
"A runaway hen!" said Henry, hardly believing his eyes. "She wants to hide her nest and raise chickens."
The children had no scruples at all about taking the eggs.
"Almost a gift from heaven," said Violet, stroking one of the eggs with a delicate finger. "It wouldn't be polite to refuse them."
Scrambled eggs made a delicious supper for the children. Jess broke all the eggs into the biggest bowl and beat them vigorously with a spoon until they were light and foamy. Then she added milk and salt and delegated Violet to beat them some more while she prepared the fire. The big kettle, empty and clean, was hung over the low fire and butter was dropped in, Jess watched it anxiously, tipping the
