When the skin was full he left the _campoodie_ without a word as to where he was going.

But the bag leaked and a little stream of flour trickled out and marked his path.

He went away off to a lake where he caught plenty of fish and frogs on which he feasted until he could eat no more.

Then he lay down by his fire and was soon fast asleep.
Meanwhile in the _campoodie_ the two girls were talking about the old man's meanness.

"He makes us work so hard and we never have any fish to eat.