At last Neddy was declared to have done his duty, and was set at liberty by the stable-door—a good feed of oats being awarded to him as a recompense for all he had gone through, and then the donkestrians went in to their mid-day meal, Fred feeling wonderfully improved in his ability as to riding.
Chapter Twenty Six.
Bobbing around.
In the afternoon, as they were sitting under a shady tree, eating a dessert of strawberries, Harry began to wish that it was tea-time, so as to get started for the mill-dam, about which place his whole conversation had been since Neddy had been returned to the stable.
“Oh! I do wish it was time to start,” said Harry. “I wonder how many we shall catch.”
“Oh! not many,” said Philip. “We only caught twelve last time.”
“Ah! but then see how it came on to rain, else we could have caught dozens more.”
“Suppose Dusty Bob does not get the what-d’ye-call-’ems ready!” said Fred.