I do."

"You can't feel the way I do," Henrietta declared.

"On the contrary," the old horse insisted, "I don't see how it can matter
to you in the least. _You_ don't have to pull the mowing machine nor the
hayrake. Besides, didn't you just tell me that my news about haying
didn't interest you?"

"But it does!" Henrietta cried. "I was mistaken. It means _everything_ to
me. It's the worst news I ever heard in all my life."

Old Ebenezer looked down at her with mild astonishment on his long,
honest face.

"Why is it bad news?" he inquired. "If you'll tell me, perhaps I can help
you."

So Henrietta Hen explained her difficulty. Whatever it was, it amazed
Ebenezer. And he had to admit that he could think of no way out of the
trouble.

"It was very, very careless of you," he told Henrietta. Then suddenly he
had a happy thought. "Cheer up!" he cried. "If Farmer Green sits on them,
maybe they'll hatch."

"Hatch!" she groaned. "They'll _break_!"

And she ran out of the stall and hurried into the yard.