[1]. Until within two years, it was lawful to fish on Sunday in New York, but unlawful to shoot.
“Ambrose speaks of it in like manner in his third homily,—the old humbug!” said Miss Rose, over whose shoulder Dick had been looking.
“I guess they took a sly shot, now and then, at the king’s deer, Rosy Posy.”
CHAPTER IV
About three o’clock, as Rose stood by the canoe in a pretty hot sun, she saw Ned and Dick making ready for another trip to the brook.
“Pardy,” she said, “do let Jack go with them.”
“It won’t be half the fun without Jack,” urged Ned. Lyndsay hesitated. “Well, yes, Rose.”