Tinned pudding was set in another pot of water to heat, while Mrs.Bentley made a sauce, and the girls set the table and made the other necessary preparations for the luncheon.
Presently the meal was ready, though the boys did not seat themselves until they had seen their welcome guests served.
"Daddy," murmured Laura, "I don't blame you for regretting your boyhood, if you had many trout feasts." "How's the bass ?" asked Tom, almost jealously.
"Just splendid," replied Laura, sampling her first fork full.
"You boys are camping in a fisherman's paradise," declared Dr.
Bentley.

"I don't blame you for liking this life.

When I was a boy fresh water fish were almost as plentiful as salt water fish.

Now, we rarely find any fresh water fish in the markets.
I can't understand how this choice retreat for fishermen has escaped notice, unless it is because of the almost total lack of inhabitants in this section, and the miserable apologies for roads.

Once again I must caution all of you young women not to be indiscreet and spoil this fisherman's paradise for your young friends by talking about it to anyone." All four of the girls promised absolute secrecy.
After they had all satisfied their hunger, Dick asked Dr.Bentley all about the St.Clair Lake House.