"That's it. Mrs. Major wants them."
"Mrs. Major wants my fish? Why, I never heard tell of the lady!"
"Yes, it's for Uncle Fred's supper! She's the housekeeper, you know, and the fish-cart didn't come round to-day! So I told Kizzie I'd come out and get some from the boys, you know!"
"Oh, I see! Well, it won't do to disappoint Uncle Fred, the housekeeper and Kizzie and you—especially you!" So saying, he tendered her the big string of fish.
As Alene reached for it, one of the fishes gave a sudden jump. She recoiled.
"Oh! Do put them in the basket, won't you? Their tails wriggle up so!"
He laughed, and while he busied himself to obey her, Alene opened her little silver purse. When the boy glanced up from his task she offered him a silver dollar.
"They're not for sale, thank you!" he said, turning away.
"Oh, then I can't take them!"
"Turn about's fair play!" he cried, quickening his steps; a beam of mischief shone in his eyes, lighting up his face.