“3.30!” holla Hon. Liddbeater voice out there. “Arise to go fish!”
“Do fish get up so early?” I ask to know.
“They bite best this hour,” he explain.
“I should also bite!” I snarrel.
“I do not pay you to make injurious comments,” he snudged while I hastily coat & pant myself for day labor.
All was there awaiting for breakfast with extreme appetite. When this devouring was finished Stanhope and Bluebell arrive up with flirtatious hats expected to attract fish.
“Togo,” demand Hon. Liddbeater like Napoleon, “while we fish you shall go along and whittle bait. Also prepare lunching for 10 and be very impromptu about it.”
I do so and we nextly go to shore where I must carry complete lunching including baby and umburella. Pretty soonly we arrive to detestable whaleboat being kept by salted gentleman resembling damaged admiral.
“Will this boat hold 12?” require Hon. Boss Man.
“So easily!” corrode Hon. Navy. “It were built for six.”