" Early as it was, every one had breakfasted, and my basin of bread and milk was put on the oven-top to await my coming down. Every one was gone about their work. The first to come into the house-place was Phillis with a basket of eggs. Faithful to my resolution, I asked - "What are those?" She looked at me for a moment, and then said gravely - "Potatoes!" "No! they are not," said I. "They are eggs. What do you mean by saying they are potatoes?" "What do you mean by asking me what they were, when they are plain to be seen?" retorted she. We were both getting a little angry with each other. "