They had not reached the end of their day's experiences, however, when they left the minister's gate, or even when they arrived at their own.
At that very moment Mrs. Myers was once more standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Dick, as soon as you've had your supper, you may take one of those strings of fish over to Deacon Short's, and another to Mrs. Sunderland's. You may clean all the rest."
"Yes'm," said Dick vaguely, "but dar's on'y one string."
"Only one? Where are all the rest, I'd like to know?"
Dabney and his friends were around the corner of the house now, and her last question was plainly directed to them.
"The rest of what, Mrs. Myers'?"
"Why, the fish. What have you done with them?"
"Oh! they're all right, Mrs. Myers," said Ford. "Fish are good for brains. That's what we've done with 'em."
"Brains? What"—