"I believe I've caught a whale," she panted.

But she never let go! She got herself right side up on the ice,
somehow, and pulled and pulled on her line.

"Let me pull him in!" cried Menie. He tried to take her rod.

"Get away," screamed Monnie. "I'll pull in my own fish."

Menie danced up and down with excitement, still holding his own
rod. The pups danced and barked too. Monnie never looked at any
of them. She kept her eyes fixed on the hole and pulled.

At last she shrieked, "I've got him, I've got him!" And up
through the hole came a great big codfish!

My! how he did flop around on the ice! Nip and Tup were scared.
They ran for home at the first flop.

"Let's go home now," said Monnie. "I want to show my fine big
fish to Mother."

But Menie said, "Wait a little longer till I catch one! I'll give
you one eye out of my fish if you will."

Monnie waited. She put another piece of meat on her hook and
dropped it again into the hole. After a while she said, "You can
keep your old eye if you get it. It's so dark the fish can't see
to get themselves caught anyway. I'm cold. I'm going home."