“Now come with me, and I will take you to my pa,” added Flora.
David followed the little girl into the great house. Our hero had never seen any thing so fine before. Flora led him into the house by the front door, which was not the way to take a fish boy in; but she was so eager to have David sell his fish, she did not think of that.
“O pa, here! Come quick!” said Flora, as she threw open the door of the room where her father was reading the paper.
“What is the matter, Flora?” asked he.
“Nothing, pa; only here is a nice little boy that has got a great big pickerel; he wants to sell it to you, pa, and you must buy it,” said Flora, talking as fast as she could.
“Must I?” asked Mr. Lee, with a smile. “Perhaps I shall not.”
“But you must! This little boy wants to earn some money to help his mother. She is poor, and has to work very hard.”
“That may be. What does he ask for the pickerel?”
“I don’t know;” and then Flora ran back to David.
“What is your name, little boy?”