"I'll have to put the swing away if you climb the rope any more," threatened Uncle Daniel.
"We won't shinny up it any more," promised Bert and Harry, and their fathers knew that if the boys did not do it Nan would not.
"I guess we've had enough swinging," said Bert. "Let's play something else, Harry. Got any new games?"
"We can go down to the pond and fish."
"Oh, I love to fish!" exclaimed Nan. "What kind of fish can you catch in the pond, Harry?"
"Bullfrogs, mostly."
"They aren't fish," laughed Nan.
"Well, it's just as much fun," went on the country boy.
"I guess I'd better go help mother unpack the trunks," Nan said, for she saw the expressman drive up with two trunks that had been sent on ahead. "Mother will want me to help her get the things out so we can go to the Bolton County Fair to-morrow. You're coming, aren't you, Harry?"
"Sure! It'll be great. But now we'll go fishing for bullfrogs. Come on, Bert!"