“Yes. You are the greediest person I ever knew,” agreed Elfreda. “Don’t you ordinarily clean your fish before eating?”
“Not when I am as hungry as I am to-day.”
“Which is every day,” murmured Emma.
“I’ve got a big one!” cried the fat boy. “See him flop. They don’t like hot water, do they?”
“Did you when you fell into the pool on your way to Electric Peak?” questioned Grace laughingly.
“Don’t criticize, you folks. You all will be doing the same thing in a few moments,” said Hippy.
Tom, who was now angling, caught one at the first cast, greatly to his delight, but he cleaned it with his hunting knife before dropping the fish into the boiling pool.
“This is the civilized way to do it, Stacy,” said Tom.
“I prefer the hurry-up way. I reckon that lunch station won’t make much money out of this outfit to-day.”
In the meantime the girls had begun to fish, and soon there were more trout than the party needed, but they took the keenest possible delight in both the catching and the cooking, and ate until they could eat no more.