"What did you have for breakfast this morning?"
"Oh! I had bread and milk, and an egg.--I daresay you eat their eggs."
"Yes, that's it. I eat their eggs."
"Is that what makes your hair so white?"
"No, my dear. It's old age. I am very old."
"I thought so. Are you fifty?"
"Yes--more than that."
"Are you a hundred?"
"Yes--more than that. I am too old for you to guess. Come and see my
chickens."
[Illustration: She clapped her hands with delight, and up rose such a
flappin