MARY LEE
"IF you're not more careful, I'll spout water over your boat and sink it," cried the whale, growing tired of Tom Thumb's fruitless endeavors to get the fish hook out. "My nose is bleeding now and the hook is still in it."
"Let me give the string a yank," said Tom Thumb. "Didn't you ever have a tooth pulled out that way? It won't hurt much."
"Well, go ahead," said the whale, closing his eyes and shutting his teeth tight. And then out came the hook and over went Tom into the bottom of the boat.
"Ouch! Ouch!" said the whale, while little Tom Thumb picked himself up and said to Puss, Junior, "Don't you ever ask me to fish again in the ocean. I'd rather fish like Simple Simon."
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
"What are you grumbling about?" asked the whale, peering over the side of the boat. "One would think you had been caught with a hook," and saying this disagreeable thing, he dived down into the sea.
"No more fishing for me," laughed Tom Thumb.
And just then they came close to a lighthouse on a big rock. So they ran the boat up on the little stretch of sand.