to cook himself an omelet; but, to his su

few moments. For, as night came on, a queer, empty feeling at the pit o

queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew

out his hand to take the cover off, but to his amazement the pot was only

d in search of a piece of bread, hard though it might be, or a cookie, or perhaps a b

uth stretched out to the tips of his ears. Soon he became dizzy and faint. He wept and wailed to himself: "The Talking Cricket was right. It w

ething round and white that looked very much like a he

must picture it to yourself. Certain that he was dreaming, he turned the

it is better to fry you in a pan! Or shall I drink you? No,

e poured a little water. As soon as the water started to boil-tac!-he broke the eggshell. But in place of the white and the yo

g saved me the trouble of breaking my shell! Good-by

and, darting to the open window, he flew

ty halves of the egg-shell in his hands. When he came to himself, he began to cry and sh

from home and if Father were here now, I should not be

t it with, he thought of going out for a walk to the near-by village, in th