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In early summer there are plenty of things for a child to eat and drink and suck and chew.
Dandelion stems are full of milk, clover heads are loaded with nectar, the Frigidaire is full of ice-cold drinks.
Everywhere you look is life;
even the little ball of spit on the weed stalk, if you poke it apart, has a green worm inside it.
And on the under side of the leaf of the potato vine are the brigh orange eggs of the potato bug.
It was on a day in early summer that the goose eggs hatched.
This was an important event in the barn cellar.
Fern was there, sitting on her stool, when it happened.
Except for the goose herself, Charlotte was the first to konw that the goslings had at last arrived.
The goose knew a day in advance that they were coming she could hear their weak voices calling from inside the egg.
She knew that they were in a desperately cramped position inside the shell and were most anxious to break through and get out.
So she sat quite still, and talked less than usual.
When the first gosling poked its grey-green head through the goose's feathers and looked around, Charlotte spied it and made the announcement.