“Why, Charlie, they catch them by hundreds in nets.”
“Do?”
“Yes, and put them in a cage.”
“And put them in a cage?”
“Yes, they put them in a cage, or some place, and keep them, and fat them.”
“Don’t the net kill ’em?”
“No. Don’t hurt ’em one mite.”
“Then I shan’t go, if all that’s going on.”
No sooner was breakfast over, and the bear dressed, than Joe brought out his net. It was fifteen feet in length by ten in width.
“Who made this net?” asked Charlie.