“I bet I can catch more than any of you,” boasted Anthony, strutting on ahead as usual.
Thus ended the quest for Indian relics and the excitement over the marked rock. The elders were very polite on their return and did not ask too many questions. “Never mind, chickens,” said Aunt Clara soothingly. “You’re not the first who dug for treasure and didn’t find it, and I’ve a notion you won’t be the last. Go fishing with you this afternoon? I certainly will!” If Aunt Clara could be said to love one sport more than any other that one was fishing. “Where did you get all the worms?”
“They’re the relics we found,” said Katherine. “We dug them out of the hole we made.”
“I dug most of them,” said Anthony.
“He never touched one!” said Slim in an indignant aside to Hinpoha. “To hear him talk you’d think he was the only one who ever did anything around here.”
Katherine considered fishing the most inane occupation under the sun, so she curled up on the beach to read while the enthusiastic anglers put out in the rowboats. Gladys did not care for fishing either, so 138 she decided to stay on shore and keep Katherine company.
“What are you reading?” she asked, sitting down beside her in the shadow of the bluff.
Katherine held up the book so she could see the title.
“Romeo and Juliet!” exclaimed Gladys. “Why, Katherine! I thought you hated love stories.”
Katherine grinned rather shamefacedly. “I do, usually,” she replied.