“When are we going fishing?” asked Teddy one evening, as they were coming back to the dock after a pleasant sail.
“Oh, pretty soon now,” said Uncle Ben, with a smile at the Curlytops. For Janet was as eager to start out with hook and line as was Teddy. “I’ll have to go soon, if I go at all. For soon the picnic and excursion crowds will be coming to Silver Lake, and I’ll be so busy attending to the boats, the soda-water and the ice-cream, that I won’t have any time to fish.”
As I have told you, Uncle Ben was to be in charge of Mr. Martin’s dock at the lake, and the old sailor was to have a man and a boy to help him. The man had come, but the boy had not yet been hired. Mr. Martin spent many days at Sunnyside Bungalow, at Silver Lake, as he had some one he could leave in charge of his store at Cresco.
One day, after dinner, Ted had found some string that came off a package of groceries. He took out the knots, fastened one end of the cord on a stick which he found in the woods, and cried:
“Where’s Uncle Ben? I want to go fishing now, but I haven’t got a hook. Come on, Uncle Ben, let’s go fishing!”
Mrs. Martin was reading a letter, and when she finished it she looked at the clock and said:
“I wouldn’t go fishing just now, Teddy.”
“Why not, Mother?”
“Because I thought perhaps you and Jan would like to go in the motor boat over to the Point to meet the train.”
“Go to the Point to meet the train!” cried Ted. “Is anybody we know coming on the train?”