Publisher's Synopsis
"Oh dear," sighed old Biddy, just under her breath, "I really am troubled and worried to death! For months I have thought of a family, dear, To gladden my heart, and to live with me here. "But daily I find that my plans are upset, And all I can do is to sit here and fret- I haven't a sign of an egg in my nest, Though some I have laid are as good as the best.
