After that, the basket began to grow heavier. Ruth and Jean took turns carrying it, slung in sportsmanlike fashion over their shoulders by a strap, and Peggie and Polly proved the best fishers. Ted and Sue were too fond of the rough water, although they also landed several trout.
After a time they went back to the cabin, and took the lunch basket out on the rustic log-bench Zed had made in front of his spring. It seemed as though a lunch had never tasted better than that one, Polly declared, and the conversation was a lively mixture of rainbow-trout tactics and the right way to dig out a possible dinosaur from its antediluvian resting place.
“Do you suppose it has been there since the flood?” asked Ruth, earnestly.
“Now, Ruth, I object,” protested Ted, eating her last cucumber and lettuce sandwich with relish. “Of course it’s been here since the flood, and long before. Let’s ask the Doctor when he comes when it is correct to hold a birthday anniversary for a dinosaur.”
“What mystic law,
Oh, Dinosaur,
Has cast you at our very door?”
said Polly, slowly picking out her rhyme, and Ted picked it up joyously.
“Give us thy paw,
Dear Dinosaur,