"This was the way of it," he continued.
"One morning the mother went out in the yard to collect her eggs, and
she began calling out 'Edie, Edie, here a minute, come and look where
that hen have laid her egg; I would never have believed it'--she says.
And when Edie went out her mother led her round the back of the
outhouse, and there on the top of a wall this hen had laid an egg. 'I
would never have believed it, Edie'--she says--'scooped out a nest
there beautiful, ain't she; I wondered where her was laying. T'other
morning the dog brought an egg round in his mouth and laid it on the
doormat. There now, Aggie, Aggie, here a minute, come and look where
the hen have laid that egg.' And as Aggie didn't answer the mother went
in and found her on the sofa in the outhouse, stone dead."
"How'd they account for it?" asked Sam, after a brief interval.
"That's what brings me to the point about this young feller that's
going to be hung," said Bob, tapping the newspaper that lay upon the
bench. "I don't know what would lie between two young women in a
wrangle of that sort; some would get over it quick, but some would
never sleep soundly any more not for a minute of their mortal lives.
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