More than once they were taken out on the quiet waters, and they sat in the boat while their father or his nephew fished. Once Russ held the pole and he caught a funny, flat fish, that seemed as if it had been put through the wringer which squeezed the water out of the clothes on wash day.
"What kind of fish is that?" asked Violet, when she saw it flapping about in the bottom of the boat.
"It's a flounder," answered Cousin Tom.
"Yes, very good."
"Maybe it swallowed Rose's locket. Do you think so, Daddy?" asked the little girl.
"Oh, no, Vi. Now don't ask so many questions, please."
"Could I ask a riddle?" Laddie wanted to know.
"Oh, I suppose so," laughed his father. "What is it?"
"I haven't made it up yet," went on Laddie. "It's going to be about a flounder and a wringer, but I got to think. When I get it ready I'll tell you."