“And that reminds me,” added she, hurriedly, “that mola must not remain on the island any longer.”
“Oh, that’s so, we’ll tow it out this afternoon,” promised Fred.
“As for the fish-curing, that won’t annoy you, my dear,” reassured Mr. Remington. “We intend doing all of that on Flat Island.”
“We’d have taken these fish right down there, mother, but we wanted the girls to see the haul—we were right near Flat Island, too, when we finished up the trawl,” said Fred.
“Well, we’re much obliged, Freddy,” said Elizabeth.
“And we’ll take one of the cod up to Mose for supper,” added Mrs. Remington.
That afternoon, Mr. Remington and the boys took the fish to Flat Island while the Captain followed in his launch with a load of scantlings and tools for making fish-flats. The mola was towed behind the launch and out in deep water it was left to float away.
A tired lot of boys lounged about the bungalow that evening and Billy was heard to say to Paul, “Say, but it takes a heap of scrubbing to get clean of fish-smell, don’t it?”
“Yep! I had to scrub with hot water and gold-dust twins before lunch and then I had to scrub with hot water and kitchen soap before supper—’cause Edith sniffed at me; an’ now your mother says I’m still fishy an’ I’d better scrub with more hot water and cashmere bouquet soap before goin’ to bed so’s the sheets won’t turn sick!” giggled Paul.
“Ah, I say! It’s too much to expect from a feller in camp,” complained Dudley.