“I have,” said Grant. “Hold this sheet and I’ll put it on my line.”
“Any pickerel in this lake, I wonder,” remarked John.
“There ought to be lots of them,” said Fred.
“Bass and perch too, I guess,” John added.
“Perch are fine eating,” exclaimed George. “I’ve eaten them cooked in a frying pan with lots of butter and bacon,” and he sighed blissfully at the recollection.
“Did you ever eat brook trout fried in bacon and rolled in corn meal?” asked Fred.
“Not yet,” laughed George. “I hope to before long, though.”
“Well when you do you’ll know you’ve tasted the finest thing in the world there is to eat,” said Fred with great conviction.
“Is it better than musk melon?”
“A thousand times.”