rooster…?”
“Oh。” The color was ing back to her cheeks。 “Is that so?”
“Ive never heard a cock…a…doodle…do; have you?”
She laughed。 “41 blessing I guess Ive forgotten to count。” She sat up a little and took an egg
from my palm。 “Eggs; huh。 How many do you
suppose theyll lay?”
“I have no idea。”
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As it turns out; my hens laid more eggs than we could eat。 At first we tried to keep up; but
soon we were tired of boiling and pickling and deviling;
and my mother started plaining that all these free eggs were costing her way too much。
Then one afternoon as I was collecting eggs; our neighbor Mrs。 Stueby leaned over the side
fence and said; “If you ever have any extra; Id be
happy to buy them from you。”
“Really?” I asked。
“Most certainly。 Nothing quite like free…range eggs。 Two dollars a dozen sound fair to you?”
Two dollars a dozen! I laughed and said; “Sure!”
“Okay; then。 Whenever you have some extras; just bring em over。 Mrs。 Helms and I got to
discussing it last night on the phone; but I asked you
first; so make sure you offer em up to me before her; okay; Juli?”
“Sure thing; Mrs。 Stueby!”
Between Mrs。 Stueby and Mrs。 Helms three doors down; my egg overflow problem was
solved。 And maybe I shouldve turned the money over to
my mother as payment for having destroyed the backyard; but one “Nonsense; Julianna。 Its
yours;” was all it took for me to start squirreling it away。
Then one day as I was walking down to Mrs。 Helms house; Mrs。 Loski drove by。 She waved
and smiled; and I realized with a pang of guilt that I
wasnt being very neighborly about my eggs。 She didnt know that Mrs。 Helms and Mrs。
Stueby were paying me for these eggs。 She probably
thought I was delivering them out of the kindness of my heart。
And maybe I shouldve been giving the eggs away; but Id never had a steady ine before。
Allowance at our house is a hit…or…miss sort of thing。
Usually a miss。 And earning money from my eggs gave me this secret happy feeling; which I
was reluctant to have the kindness of my heart