"We'll have all of your folks and all of ours. 'The Swallow' is plenty big enough."
"Mother wouldn't go, and father can't just now. He's trying a case. But there's Annie and Frank and me"—
"And my mother, and Ham and Miranda, and our girls. Ham'll go, sure.
Then we must take Dick Lee along. It'd make him sick if we didn't."
"Of course. Ain't I glad about him! Could we get ready and go to-morrow?"
"Guess not so quick as that. We might by the day after, if the weather's all right."
Exactly. There is always a large-sized "if" to be put in, where any thing depends on the weather, Mrs. Kinzer took the matter up with enthusiasm, and so did the girls, Miranda included; and Ford Foster was quite right about his part of the company.
But the weather!
It looked well enough, to unpractised eyes; but Ham Morris shook his head, and went to consult his fishermen friends. There was a good deal of head-shaking done thereupon; for every human barometer among them advised him to wait a day or so, and hardly any two of them gave him the same reason for doing it.
Ford Foster was at the house when Ham made his report, and was a little surprised to see how promptly Dab Kinzer yielded his assent to the verdict.
"Such warm, nice weather as this is," he remonstrated; "and there isn't any wind to speak of."