"Your lunch?" suggested Mr. Dowd.
"N-no, sir. I mean, yes, sir."
"Just what do you mean? Why are you looking at it with that idiotic expression on your face?"
"I—I didn't expect to find it there, sir."
"Morton, is this another of your jokes? If so, I wish you'd let us all enjoy it. Do you mind telling us what's in that package?"
"I—I'd rather not, sir. It's just a—a little present."
"A little present!" Mr. Dowd was convinced, by Chet's guilty expression, that there was more behind this than appeared on the surface. "Open it this instant."
"Please, sir—"
"Morton!"
Miserably, Chet obeyed. Before the eyes of his grinning schoolmates, he untied the string, removed the paper, and produced the fish. There was a gasp of amazement from Mr. Dowd and a smothered chuckle from every one else.