"Well, I will. We want you boys to come and get some supper which we have prepared for you—a sort of picnic, you know."
The boys gave a shout, flung down their traps, and made for the water to wash hands and faces, only Ted looked ruefully at his string of fish.
"What is the matter, Ted?" said Lil, coming up, with her face all flushed from being over the fire.
"Why, I was wishing we could have some of these for supper; but it's no matter, after all."
"Oh yes, it is. If you'll scrape and fix them, I can put them in the frying-pan in a jiffy."
So Ted went to work with a will.
Never had the boys tasted anything half so nice as that supper; they ate till they could eat no more. Lil scrambled eggs, and fried fish, and made tea, till Ollie insisted upon it that she should sit down and be served like a princess. Then they sang, and danced, and played games till Mrs. Pokeby and Miss Sinclair came after them, and carried them all home in Mr. Pokeby's big wagon.
"Really I never had more fun in my life," said Lil to Mrs. Pokeby, as they bade her good-by at the farm gate; "and I am so much obliged to you for letting us give that supper, though the getting it ready was the best part."
"That's because you seasoned it."
"What with?" asked Lil, wondering.