“Yes, and if I remember correctly, the story said they were of the sun-dew family.”
“But they ate people!” added Elizabeth, who had also read the story.
“It said they fairly reached out and grabbed people that came near to them,” laughed Mr. Remington; “but that was fiction.”
“Anyway, you dreadful catch-’em-alive little sun-dew, you make one more plant for my flower-list,” said Elizabeth.
Mr. Remington then announced: “Boys, we’ll under-run the trawl to-morrow, taking all hands along in the extra boats to see the fun. I wish I had a longer time to stay here with you—there’s nothing I’d enjoy more, but I must get back to the city ready for business on Monday.”
“Oh, papa! That’s only two days more!” wailed Elizabeth, echoed by all of the other children.
“Papa, why do you have to go—can’t you stay here for one summer?” wondered Edith.
“I certainly wish I could, but ‘where duty calls I must obey,’” quoted Mr. Remington, patting his little girl on the hair.
“Come, come, children! time for all to be in bed! Now, let me see how quickly every one can tell me they are fast asleep, so I can turn out the candles,” said Mrs. Remington, while the youngsters laughed at her ridiculous speech.