"What?" cried Nat in surprise, looking at his mother.
"Oh, I mean I hope you catch the big fish," she said, laughing a little. Truth to tell, she was thinking very much about the disappearance of the rocker and grandma's glasses, though she did not really believe the chair had traveled off by itself.
"We'll have lots of fun!" exclaimed Nat and he ran to tell his chum that he could go fishing. Rod was also permitted to go, and the two boys made great plans for next day.
"Are you going to take Thump?" asked Weezie of her brother after supper that evening.
"Oh, yes, sure! Thump's going fishing with us!"
"Then couldn't you take Addie and me?" begged Weezie. "We get tired playing with dolls. We don't have to fish—we could just watch you and Rod."
"Yes, I guess you can go," promised Nat.
But the next day it rained. It rained all night. And it rained the next day, too. Big, pelting drops came down, and when the children looked out of the windows, they knew there would be no fishing for them until it cleared. Two whole days of rain, and when there was no school, either! It was quite sad.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Nat when he saw the second day of rain.
"What can we do?" asked his sister.