One warm day in June, Frank's father said to him: "Frank, I think I will go down to the river and catch some fish."
"Oh, father," said Frank, "I wish I could go too. Will you let me go and help you?"
"Yes, Frank. Run and; get your hook and line."
"Thank you, father, I am so glad that I may go."
Here is Frank at the river, with his hook and line.
How bright the sun shines on the water!
I wonder where all the fish have gone. Frank can not see them.
The fish are far down in the water.
Frank has let his hook down, and he wishes that a big fish would come and take it.
But the fish do not wish him to catch them to-day. They will not come near the hook.