“I’ve usually noticed,” suggested Grant, “that the best fishing grounds are always a good ways away from where you’re staying. The further away they are, the better they are.”
“I’ve noticed that too,” laughed George. “In fact there are a good many funny things in this world. I wonder what people speak of a family jar for.”
“What do you mean?” inquired Fred.
“I mean just what I say. I heard a family jar this morning.”
“I don’t understand you,” persisted Fred.
“Why, there was a family having a jar in the room next to mine. Only I think it was a little more than a family jar, it was more of a family churn, it was such a big one. There seemed to be such a very decided difference of opinion that the jar wouldn’t hold all that they were saying.”
“You shouldn’t listen to such things,” said Fred.
“‘Listen’! ‘Listen’! Why that was the very thing I was trying not to do, but I guess anybody on Mackinac Island could have heard them, if he had stopped.”
“Who were the people?” inquired George.
“I don’t know their names. The man is the one that wears that ice-cream suit when he goes fishing.”