"Yes, dear. I have consented, on condition that you never go near the water, unless in company with Colonel Jameson."
"I never will, ma. I'll do everything he says. Oh, wont I have a good time! Say, Tony;" and he hugged the dog tightly in his arms. "But when are we going, Colonel Jameson?"
"On Monday morning. I shall come from the city in an early train; and you will meet me at the depot. Your mother has promised to fit you up in a bathing-suit, and I will provide fish-poles."
Frankie sprang up the floor, clapping his shouting with delight,—
"Thank you, ma, for letting me go. I mean to be a real good boy after this."
Col. Jameson, Frankie, and Tony going to fish.
It was now Friday; but immediately after the Colonel left, the young boy insisted that it would be safer to pack his clothes and have everything in readiness for a start. He ran to the attic to bring a small valise, and asked his father's permission to take it.
An hour later, his mother entered his chamber and found the floor covered with caps, boots, shoes, books, balls, etc., etc.
"Why, what is this, Frankie?" she asked.