Arrived at the cabin, Florence hurried into her bathing suit. All the time she was changing she was thinking: “I only hope those minnows are still there. Tillie promises to become an interesting friend. I do not wish to lose her by a false move now.”
She need not have feared. The minnows were there still, flashing in the sunlight.
As Florence appeared with two large buckets, Tillie cried out in great delight. “We’ll get enough for two days! Put the buckets on the beach. And please hurry!”
Florence followed her instructions, then seizing one end of the net, plunged after Tillie into the water.
“Like to fish?” Tillie asked, as she executed a deft curve with the net.
“Yes. Do you?”
“I love it!” Tillie’s tone was full of meaning. “But there’s so little time. There are boats to bail out, camping places to clean up, lines to mend, minnies to catch, and a lot more things. We’re never through. Honest, I haven’t had this suit off, except at night, for days.”
Florence envied her. She adored the very tasks this girl had come to hate.
“There now!” exclaimed Tillie. “We’ve got ’em. Just swing your end in; then up with it.”
The brown mesh of the net was all ashimmer with tiny, flapping fishes.