While he watched them, some one touched him on the arm. It was his sister Jane.
"How many have you caught, John?" said she. "I'll help you take them home."
"Thank you," said John. "We shall not have much of a load. I have had bad luck."
There were three men a mile down stream, who did full as well as John did. Here is a sketch of them.
CHERRY AND FAIR-STAR.
I could not have been quite six years old when I became the possessor of a canary-bird, to which I gave the name of Cherry.
There were three children of us,—myself (the oldest), Arthur, and baby. My father was at sea; and my mother had charge of us all in her little house near the ocean.