Johnny rode down on the pier, however, and looked at the scup. "They are very handsome little fish," he said. "Do you cook all you catch?"
"Oh!" replied one of the boys, "sometimes we cook them, and sometimes we throw them back into the water: I've thrown back almost all I've caught this morning, because we've got plenty of better fish at home."
"My mother likes them, if they are bony, because they are so sweet," said another boy: "we fry them real crisp, and we like them."
"I don't think it is right to catch them, unless you can make some use of them," remarked Johnny. "I think I will come down and catch a few to-morrow, just to try them."
"Say!" remarked the boy who had said he threw back his fish: "where's Felix Le Bras? You live up at his cottage, don't you?"
"Yes: I am his cousin. But he is staying at home this morning: at least, he is at home now."
Johnny then hurried back to catch up with the dog-cart.
"Did you know who that boy was you were talking with?" inquired Julia.
"Which? The one in a sailor-suit?"
"Yes."