"But what will we do other days, Robert?"
"What we have always done, mother—eat something else. But I won't keep you longer in suspense. Did you think this was the only fish I caught?"
"Yes, I thought so."
"I sold forty-five pounds on the way to Minturn, at his market store—forty-five pounds, at two cents a pound. What do you think of that?"
"Do you mean that you have earned ninety cents to-day, Robert?"
"Yes; and here's the money."
"That's much better than I expected," said Mrs. Rushton, looking several degrees more I cheerful.
"I don't expect to do as well as that every day, mother, but I don't believe we'll starve. Minturn has engaged me to supply him with fish every day, only some days the fishes won't feel like coming out of the water. Then, I forgot to tell you, I'm to have Will Paine's boat for nothing. He's going to boarding school, and has asked me to take care of it for him."
"You are fortunate, Robert."
"I am hungry, too, mother. Those two sandwiches didn't go a great ways. So, if you can just as well as not have supper earlier, it would suit me."