"Then come and warm your fingers at my fire," said father.
Just then Peter said, "I feel something!" And he began to pull up his line.
As soon as he pulled, Polly cried, "Oh, I feel something, too. It's a bite, a bite!" And she began to pull up her line.
All at once they both stopped pulling.
"I'm caught," said Polly.
"I'm caught," said Peter. "It won't come any farther. But it jerks. Maybe it isn't caught. Maybe it's a big fish."
Father began to laugh. "I think your big fish is Polly," he said. "Let me see."
He took Peter's line. He told Polly to let hers out slowly. Then he pulled. Surely enough, Peter's hook came up through his hole. Polly's hook came up, too.
Peter and Polly had caught each other! How they laughed at this!