"Have you caught any?" she asked.
"Yes," said Max, "I've caught six and Jim has eight. There! I've got another!" giving his line a jerk that sent a pretty speckled trout floundering in the grass.
"I'll take it off the hook for you," said Lulu, springing forward and dropping on her knees beside it. "And then you'll let me try, won't you?"
"Yes," Max answered in a half-reluctant tone, getting up to give her his place.
"There are hazel-nuts right over there a little way," Lulu said, pointing with her finger.
"Oh, then I'll have some!" cried Max, starting on a run in the direction indicated.
He came back after a while bringing some in his hat, picked up some stones, and seating himself near the others, cracked his nuts, sharing generously with them.
Presently Lulu had her first bite, succeeded in bringing her prize safely to land, and was quite wild with delight.
Max rejoiced with her, taking brotherly pride in her success.
"You'll do for a fisherman or fisherwoman," he said gayly. "I sha'n't be much surprised if you beat me at it one o' these days."