“I wish I could catch one,” Vevi said quickly. “I’d give anything in the world if I could. You know what I’d do with him? I’d race him at the hotel beach!”
The fisherman smiled. He seemed to like Vevi for after asking her several questions about the race, he said:
“It’s easy enough to get a turtle. The trick when you’re fishing at this pond, is not to get one. Jump into my boat and we’ll have a turtle in nothing flat.”
Vevi made a scramble for the boat and so did all the other Brownies. The fisherman had to tell them to get out again.
“I can’t take you all,” he said. “Only two may go. The little girl who wants the turtle and you.” He pointed to Sunny.
Sunny and Vevi jumped into the boat and the fisherman pushed off. He did not row out very far.
“Now you’ll have to be quiet, or we’ll never get a turtle,” he warned the pair.
Hardly moving the oars, the fisherman eased the boat into a little reedy cove. Vevi and Sunny looked sharp, but they could not see a single turtle.
For awhile, the fisherman sat motionless in the boat, just watching the water. Vevi and Sunny began to grow tired. They thought the man was wasting a lot of time.
“There’s one!” he whispered suddenly.