Fred had gone on several fishing trips with his father, and already he knew most of the boats at the beach and the names of their skippers.
"Who is Larry?" asked Margy idly.
"Oh, he's a native," Fred answered. "Every one calls him Larry. I never heard his other name."
Artie wanted to know if he was a native.
"Not of Sunrise Beach," Jess told him good-naturedly. "You're a native of River Bend, Artie."
"Why am I?" insisted Artie, whose thirst for information was remarkable.
"You happened to be born there," Fred told him. "Now I'll ask you a riddle: What is hung in the middle and wags both ways?"
"My tongue," said Artie, with irresistible sweet temper.
They carried home several additions to Artie's collection of dishes and were careful not to leave them on the porch railing. The talk at supper was all of the carnival.