"Whatever many eggs the hens
might lay they'd be ate by some one before they were a day in the
house, and I couldn't keep them. There was a little Plymouth Rock hen
that was wanting to sit here last week, and it took me all I could do
and more to get the eggs saved up for her, and at the latter end I had
only nine."
"Is she sitting yet!"
"She is, of course."
"Then you might try the judge with the eggs that's under her."
"I will not, then. Is it after all the trouble I had with her, and the
chickens will be out early next week. I never heard of the like."
"Well," said Meldon, "I'll have to leave the boiled eggs to you,
Sabina, but I'll be disappointed in you if the judge eats them. Do you
think now that you thoroughly understand what you've got to do?"
"I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Then I'll say good-bye to you. I'm much obliged to you for the cup of
tea. And remember, Sabina, this isn't any kind of a joke. It's
serious business, and I mean every word I say. It's most important
that the judge should leave Ballymoy as soon as possible."
"Is it persecuting the League boys he's after?" said Sabina. "For
there's a cousin of my own that's in with them, and--"
"Brother of the red-haired girl at Mr.
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