Down the hill they went, and Susie, watching them from the front porch, saw them push the boat from the landing and throw out their lines as they drifted down the stream. Then the trees hid them from sight.
It was dinner time when they returned.
"I told you we'd have fish to-day," said Frank triumphantly, holding up a string of bass and perch.
"You boys will have to clean them," said Mrs. Leonard. "Jane is ready to cook them now."
"Come on, Don," called Frank. "My, won't they be good!"
In the afternoon it ceased to rain. It became lighter and the clouds looked higher and thinner.
"It's going to clear off," said Susie, going to the window.
"I wonder how much rain has fallen," said Uncle Robert.
"I'm going to look at the rain-gauge," said Frank.
"I'll go too," said Donald.