"Maybe we could," agreed Nat.
"Oh, let's do it to-morrow, instead of going fishing!" went on the other boy. "Will you?"
"I guess so—maybe," agreed Nat. "To-morrow or next day. We haven't any more school this week, on account of some of the classes having examinations. So we could go hunting for the chair or go fishing, whichever we liked."
"We can do both!" cried Rod, quickly. "We'll go fishing and take Thump with us, and he can help us find the lost rocker!"
"And if we get Grandma's glasses, maybe she'll give us each five cents," exclaimed Nat.
"Hurray! That would be great!" cried Rod, and just then the last bell rang, so the children had to hurry into school.
That afternoon Nat spoke to his mother about going fishing next day.
"I'm afraid it will be too cold," objected Mrs. Marden. "We shall have winter almost before we know it."
"That's why Rod and I want to go fishing—before it is too late," explained Nat. "Soon the pond and brook will be frozen over, and then we can't catch anything. May we go?"
"Oh, yes, I guess so," promised Mrs. Marden. "And I hope you catch the big rocker!"