mother said with a smile. "It isn't settled yet."

"Is it a high waterfall at Lake Romano?" asked Nan. "I just love
them."

"Yes, it's a pretty high one," her father said. "I haven't been to
Lake Romano in some years, but I remember it as a very beautiful
place."

"I'm sure we shall enjoy it," Mrs. Bobbsey said.

"Is the fishing good?" Bert wanted to know.

"So I have heard. We'll take some poles and lines along, anyhow, and
try our luck," his father replied.

Mr. Bobbsey pushed back his chair from the table, and looked around
for the evening paper. Bert and Nan had some home work to do, to get
ready their lessons for the next day's school classes, and Mrs.
Bobbsey got out her sewing basket. There were always stockings to
mend, if there was nothing else of the children's that needed
attention.

The house was quiet except for the distant rattling of dishes in the
kitchen, where fat Dinah was singing away as she worked. Suddenly her
song ceased, and she was heard to exclaim:

"Now yo' want t' be careful, honey lamb! Doan't yo' go to muxin' up
Dinah's clean kitchen flo'."