He nodded, and without a word started at once for the fish-pond, the money clutched safely in one hand and the other holding the fat little fingers of [153]his sister. Evidently there was no joy in life equal to fishing, in the eyes of this son of a fisherman.
"Do you suppose he is going to spend it all at the fish-pond?" said Dorothy as she watched him trudge off.
"Oh, never mind if he does. No doubt his mother will be just as well pleased with what he brings from there as anything."
By this time the tables in the hall were swept of nearly everything salable, and the tea had given out in the tea-tent. Only a few persons remained, and these were making ready to go. As they passed the fish-pond, they saw that the lines were taken in and the young lady in charge was preparing to shut up shop. Ahead of them Young Fisherman and Curly-Head were toddling home, each clutching a parcel.
"I wonder what they have," said Jennie. "Let's run after them and see."
They were not long in catching up with the toddlers. "What did you get?" asked Jennie.
The boy slowly unwound a long piece of string from the package and brought to view a piece of soap. "That's for mother," he said.
"Thith ith for muvver, too," said Curly-Head holding out a small paper bag. Jennie opened it to find therein a roll of tape.
[154] The little girls tried to keep from laughing, but hardly succeeded. "You'd better toddle home," said Jennie. "The bazar is over."
The children did not stir, but watched their friends depart. When they were nearly out of hearing, came back to them these words: "The ice-cream was awful good." So did Young Fisherman make known his appreciation. Curly-Head echoed his words, but her little voice did not carry far enough for the girls to hear.