| THE FRAME. |
"What are you making, Fay?" said Ned.
"Wait a while, and you'll see," said Phaeton.
Ned winked at me in a knowing way, and we went on printing milk-tickets.
When the frame was completed, Monkey and Phaeton went away.
"I see," whispered Ned. "They're going to catch him with a net. The netting will be fastened on all around here, and this big end left open for him to go in. Then, when he gets down to this round part, he'll find he can't go any farther, and then they'll haul him up. It's all as plain as day."
But when Monkey and Phaeton returned, in about half an hour, instead of netting they brought yellow tissue-paper and several candles.
We pretended to take very little interest in the proceeding, but watched them over our shoulders. When we saw them fasten the tissue-paper all around the frame, except on the top, and fit the candles into auger-holes bored in the cross-pieces at the bottom, Ned whispered to me again:
"Don't you see? That isn't a net. They're going to have a light in it, and carry it along the shore to attract the fish. It's plain enough now."