"so it is that one," she cried. "i thought it would be. i was certain that i laid that one first." and she arched her neck proudly, as the beak of her eldest child came through a crack in the shell. now nobody else could have told one egg from another, but mothers have a way of remembering such things, and it may be because they love their children so that sometimes their sight is a little sharper, and their hearing a little keener than anybody else's.