CHAPTER XVI
A MESS OF FISH
The next morning, at breakfast, Mrs. Wood’s boarders found a capital mess of fresh perch and pickerel on the table, and she remarked to them:
“You are eating Mr. Vernon’s fish.”
“How’s that?” asked Val.
“Why,” said Mrs. Wood, “Puff Evans came to the door with them, ready cleaned, by the time we were up, and left them with his respects to Mr. Vernon. He said, too, that the boat was all right and ready for use.”
“And so you cooked them for me,” said Bar. “Well, thank you for that, and I must say it looks well on Puff’s part. Shall we bring home whatever fish we catch?”
“Of course,” said Mrs. Wood, “and Puff may bring as many pickerel as he pleases. They’re always welcome.”
They were, indeed, that morning, for it seemed as if the previous night’s disturbance had distributed unusually keen appetites all around the table.