Daniel's face was as red and fierce as a fighting cock, and poor Jimmy fairly trembled; presently he said humbly:
"I'm sorry I came. I'll go home now if you want me to."
"No, I don't! We're in for it, and we'd better be sailing."
[CHAPTER V.]
THE DISTRACTED MOTHER.
JIMMY got into the boat, and took his seat at the end as Daniel directed; but the smell of the fish made him very sick. On the other occasion Mr. Crawson had washed the boat and left it to dry in the sun, now it was just as he had left it after throwing his load into his cart, for he was in a hurry to carry his fish to market.
They rowed directly to the farther end of the pond and succeeded in getting a large quantity of lilies, which they stowed in under the seats; but Jimmy had wet his clothes, having been obliged to lean over and pick the flowers while Daniel kept the boat in place.
About half the afternoon was spent by the time they had gathered all they could carry; and they set out on their return. Daniel hoping to dispose of his at the car station if he could reach it in season.
"We shall each have a good many hundred," said Jimmy in a gay tone.
"I don't know about that. I ought to have the most. It's my boat, and I do the rowing."