“Why put fish in, do they expect to raise sardines?” Jim laughed.
“Can’t say,” Mr. Fenton answered.
“It’s some heathen notion I know.” Mrs. Fenton announced positively. “Are you getting enough to eat, Bob?”
II
THE THREE MYSTERIES
“I say, Uncle Norman, you surely have a crab of a man to look after your turkeys,” Bob remarked when the noonday meal was nearly finished, and the boy suddenly recalled their very unwelcome reception on Isle La Motte.
“A crab?”
“I’ll tell the herd he is the prize long horn for meanness,” Jim added emphatically.
“My goodness, boys, what on earth did he do?” Mrs. Fenton asked soberly, as if she could hardly believe her ears.
“He wouldn’t let us near the place,” Bob explained, then went on with an account of their effort to see the turkey farm.
“Hezzy’s all right, boys. You didn’t tell him who you were.”