“I was wet to the skin, and through it, I believe,” said Rose. “No, I sha’n’t take cold, mama. Nobody takes cold here. Tom must be wet through to his bones—absolutely water-logged.”
“The boys were a-drip like water-rats,” said Mrs. Lyndsay. “I am sure some of you will have pneumonia.”
“But I got an eighteen-and-a-half-pound salmon,” cried Jack.
“He’s had him in his lap for an hour, like a baby,” said Dick.
“That is capable of olfactory demonstration,” remarked Anne.
“He’ll get that salmon framed,” cried Dick. “Such a fuss—”
“Did you get any, sir?” asked his father.
“No.”
“Are you sorry Jack did?”
“No, I am not that mean,” returned the boy, flushing. “Ned he caught it, and he let Jack bring it in. Jack wanted it so very bad.”