"Good!" said Will. "I'll go with the girls, fellows, and help them while you are getting things ready."
Their present elation was very different from the apathy which had possessed them so short a time before. Indeed, Mollie's description of the fishing pool was very alluring.
"Whereabouts did you see the tackle, Mollie?" Will asked, as they entered the house.
"Oh, I can find it," said Mollie with conviction. "I think there were four rods. I hope I wasn't mistaken."
"If you were," said Amy, "one of us will have to sit still and watch!"
"And I think I know who that will be," said Will with a sly glance at his sister.
"Just for that," Grace retorted, "I'll show you the best catch of the day."
"We shall see," said Mollie, opening the door of a small closet under the stairs. "Look," she added, "there they are. You're a judge of rods, Will—how do these look?"
Will took them in his hands and examined them minutely. "They're pippins!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I don't know when I've seen a better outfit. You ought to be able to catch all the fish in the lake with these, girls," and he regarded them admiringly.
"We'd better watch out for the boys," said Amy, wisely, as they left the house. "They will be exchanging their rods for ours, if we aren't careful."