"And I caught two," cried Spencer, "and Marian caught one——"
"It was bigger'n yours," said Marian, sadly, "if it was just one."
"Well, but Marian hollered so when a fish picked at her line and so she scared him off."
Marian peered up under her shock of dark bobbed hair, and finding a twinkle in Catherine's eyes, giggled.
"I did holler," she said. "I like to holler, and fish haven't any ears and couldn't hear me——"
"This being the ninth time this discussion has been carried on," said Charles, "I move we change the subject. Anything will do——"
Spencer sighed. The procession moved up the lane, Father at the head, with Letty making loud "Glumph! Glumphs!" as his rubber boots talked, Spencer next, trying to space his smaller boots just in his father's footsteps, and Marian with Catherine at the rear.
"Who's going to clean those fish?" Catherine wrinkled her nose.
"Well, we caught them. Division of labor, eh, Spencer?"
"The male has the sport, and the female the disgusting task of removing the vitals, I suppose."