It was a sunshiny morning.  The broad road was hard and white after the April showers, the sky was blue, and the air was sweet with the breath of bursting buds.  And, in spite of cares, Jimmy and his mother had a very happy time as they filled their baskets.

At last they sat down to tie up the bunches.  Carriage after carriage passed them.  As the last bunch of flowers was laid in Jimmy’s basket, a victoria drawn by a pair of grays stopped in front of the flower-gatherers.

“Well, well,” said a hearty voice, and there were the General and his wife!  They had called for Jimmy and his mother, they said, and had been directed to the wooded hill.

“Get in, get in,” commanded the General; and, in spite of the Little Mother’s hesitancy and timid protests, she was helped up beside the General’s wife by the footman, while Jimmy hopped in beside the General, and away they went over the hard white road.

The General was in a gay mood.

“Well, my boy, have you found your golden egg?” he asked Jimmy.

“No, sir,” said Jimmy, gravely; “not yet.”

“Too bad, too bad,” said the old gentleman, while he shifted a white box that was on the seat between himself and Jimmy to the other side.

“You’re quite sure, are you, that you could only get it from a goose?” he asked later.

“Get what, sir?” said Jimmy, whose eyes were on the gay crowds that thronged the sidewalks.

“The egg,” said the General.

“Oh—­yes, sir,” replied Jimmy, with a smile.

The General leaned back and laughed and laughed until he was red in the face; but Jimmy could see nothing to laugh at, so he merely smiled politely, and wondered what the joke was.

At last they reached Jimmy’s home, and the General helped the Little Mother out.  As he did so he handed her a white box.  Jimmy was busy watching the gray horses, and saw nothing else.

“For the boy,” whispered the General.

The Little Mother shook her head doubtfully.

“Bless you, madam,” cried the General, testily, “I have a boy of my own—­if he is six feet two in his stockings.”  Then, in a softer tone, “I beg of you to take it, madam; it will please an old man and give the boy a start.”

So when good-by had been said, and Jimmy stood looking after the carriage and the prancing grays, the Little Mother put the white box in his hand.

Jimmy opened it, and there on a nest of white cotton was an egg.  But it was different from any of the eggs that Jimmy had sold on Saturday.  It was large and gilded, and around the middle was a yellow ribbon.

Jimmy lifted it out, and found it very heavy.

“What do you think it is?” he said.

“Untie the ribbon,” advised his mother, whose quick eyes saw a faint line which showed an opening.

Jimmy pulled the yellow ribbon, the upper half of the egg opened on a hinge, and there were glistening gold coins—­five-dollar gold pieces.