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A maid with a basket of eggs. Hear her talking to herself.
“I have fifteen eggs in my basket. I will take
them straight to my good white hen. She will sit upon them days and days, and keep them warm.
“Then the fifteen little chickens will peck open the shells. I can see them now. Pretty little things; some black, some yellow, some white!
“I can hear them call ‘Peep, peep!’ They will soon scratch for themselves. I will feed them well, and they will grow into strong, fat hens.
“Then I will take them to market to sell. How much shall I get? Ah! I shall be quite rich.I can buy a fine hat and a dress
“My friends will not know me.”
She tosses her head in pride, forgetting the eggs. The basket falls to the ground; the eggs are broken.
She counted her chickens before they were hatched!
