“Some boys,” said Royal. “They’re fishing.”
“I see ’em,” said Lucy.
“Yes,” said Royal, “they are the same boys we saw in the road.”
“Yes,” said Miss Anne; “and don’t you see Johnny running about with his pole?”
“Where?” said Lucy; “which is Johnny?”
“That’s he,” said Royal, “running about. Now he’s gone down to a sandy place upon the shore. See, he’s reaching out with his pole, as far as he can, upon the water; he is trying to reach a little piece of board that is floating by. There, he has got it, and is pulling it in.”
“I am glad George got him a pole,” said Miss Anne.
“So am I,” said Royal.
“And so am I,” said Lucy.
“It seems George is happier himself, if Johnny has something to make him happy too; but the other boy isn’t.”