"I wish," said Mabel, mournfully, "that somebody would give us a hen, so we could make omelets."
"Who ever made omelets out of a hen?" asked Jean, laughing.
"I meant out of the eggs, of course," said Mabel, with dignity. "Hens lay eggs, don't they? If we count on five or six eggs a day"
"The goose that laid the golden egg laid only one a day," said Marjory. "It seems to me that six is a good many."
"I wasn't talking about geese," said Mabel, "but about just plain every day hens."
"Six-every-day hens, you mean, don't you?" asked Marjory, teasingly. "You'd better wish for a cow, too, while you're about it."
"Yes," said Bettie, "we certainly need one, for I'm not to ask for butter more than twice a week—mother says she'll be in the poorhouse before Summer's over if she has to provide butter for two families."
