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.