“Perhaps we can catch some,” said Gran’ma, “and fry them for our supper!”
Johnny felt through his pockets. “I had a fishing line in one of my pockets!” he said.
“You used the line on the Flying Machine!” said Janey. “Oh, isn’t that too bad!”
“Here’s the hook!” said Johnny, as he turned his pocket wrong side out and showed them the hook fastened in the cloth.
Gran’pa took his pocket knife and cut the hook out of Johnny’s pocket.
“I have some string,” Gran’pa said. “I know it always comes in handy, so I put a lot in my pocket before Gran’ma and I started up here!”
Gran’pa cut a pole and fixed the line while Johnny found a few worms under a stone.
At the first cast of the line into the water Gran’pa pulled out a lovely fish. It had a blue head. The body was white, with a round yellow spot on each side.
