when you’re out in the chicken yard. You ought to listen to my advice. Now, see what’s happened?” “Shoes are a nuisance. My feet hurt more with them on than with them off. Just never mind. Get me some hot water so I can wash these sores that have opened again. See that, the cake is a good one,” he admonished. That was the beginning of a bumper crop of eggs. Some days the big basin couldn’t hold them all. On evenings, after the two missionary families and Harold had been having a prayer meeting, they sat around the homemade table eating cake and drinking cocoa. “This really is good cake,” Harold commented. “It was even worth your losing your new toenails, Harry. Didn’t you say that Carlton Booth prophesied when you were a kid that you’d be a great singer one day? Well, he was wrong, but you surely do make those fowl cackle. What method do you use to increase egg production?” Harry’s wife knew the answer. “He just goes out there and smiles and feeds and pets those old hens. And how they respond!” • • • Then, of course, there was always Ema to help break the monotony. Never a dull moment when she was around - never a peaceful moment, either! In fact, she was such a nuisance that occasionally Harold’s guitar accompanied a new lyric: Ema, Ema You’ve created a dilemma.
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