Harriet Myrtle, The Pleasures of the Country: Simple Stories for Young People
“ Harry ran into the cottage, and brought back his mama, followed by Mary."Oh Miss Rose!" said Mary, "what a pity. The eggs must all be spoiled.""Do you think so?" sobbed Rose. "Oh mama, mama, how sorry I am!""Might they be put near the kitchen fire?" asked Harry with a faltering voice.Their mama put her hand under Fairy, and felt the eggs."They are not quite cold," said she; "I yet hope they may not be spoiled.""Do you think so, mama? Oh how happy I should be," said Rose, looking up in her tears."And then perhaps the poor little chickens are not all dead," said Harry. ”
