“So had I,” echoed Molly—“such a good time!”
“So had we,” said the boys in unison.
“But we didn’t,” Jim added.
“No; we didn’t,” echoed Gerald.
“Well, it wasn’t our fault,” said Dorothy.
“We thought you could take a joke,” said Molly.
“We can,” Gerald replied. “It’s a good joke. We’re willing to admit it’s on us. You asked to come; we consented. That was our fault, not yours.”
“Yes,” Jim put in, “we thought you knew at least the rudiments of fishing.”
Molly shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, dear, what a fuss over nothing,” she groaned. “And to think I started it all by remarking that fish have no ears. And I’ll stand by my statement. I’m sure I am right.”