"I've caught 'em." It did not occur to him now, however, that he could probably teach Dab; and they all obeyed the supper-bell.
There were three kinds of corn-cake on the table, but the boys were thinking of something more important; and Dab hardly received his first cup of tea before he remarked,-- "We're all going a-fishing to-morrow, Mrs.Myers; but we may get home in time for supper.

Can you spare Dick ?" "What, on Saturday?
The very day I need him most?
Three loads of wood'll be over from the farm to-night." Dick had been in the kitchen, and had advanced as far as the door while Dab was speaking.
"Wood ?" he muttered to himself.

"Guess I know wot dat means.

T'ree load ob wood, an' no fishin'! It's jes' awful!" "Now, Mrs.Myers," said Ford, "if you knew what a fisherman Dick is! He might bring you home a load of them." "I am sorry," said Mrs.Myers, with more of firmness and less of smile than they had ever seen on her face before.

"I have no objection to the rest of you going.