Bunny Brown and his sister Sue on the rolling ocean

by Laura Lee Hope

“I do,” declared her brother.

“I guess fish don’t like ’em, either,” went on Sue.

“Fish have to be caught,” said Bunny. “I guess the hook doesn’t hurt ’em very much. But this is how I’m going to fish.”

THEY WALKED UP THE GANGPLANK.

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He dropped his bent-pin hook and button-weighted line over the rail of the ship from the upper deck, on which he and Sue had been looking at the shores of the river on either side. The string unwound from the ball in Bunny’s hand.

Suddenly a queer look came over the little boy’s face. The string tightened in his hand and when he tried gently to pull the hook and button up the cord did not move.

“What’s the matter?” asked Sue.

“I—I guess I got a bite!” cried Bunny. “I didn’t think I could catch a fish here with a bent pin, and I didn’t put any bait on, but I guess I caught something!”