"Don," said Grandma, shaking the little sleeper, "it's time to wake up!"

Don turned over, rubbed his eyes, and with a deep sigh settled back to
sleep.

"Here, here!" cried Grandma, shaking him again. "Do you want us to leave
you at home all alone? We're going fishing today!"

Instantly Don was wide awake. He bounced out of bed and began to dress
as quickly as he could. In five minutes he was in the kitchen; but Joyce
was there ahead of him, helping Grandma to pack the lunch basket.

Don was so excited that Grandma could coax him to eat only a few bites
of breakfast. He was the first one in the car, ready to start for the
river.

The sun was just peeping over the hills, when they drove into a pretty,
shady nook on the bank of the river. "This is always a good place to
fish," said Grandpa. They stopped under a tree whose great, spreading
branches leaned far out over the water; and soon they were untying the
fishing poles and baiting their hooks.

"I'll give a nickel to the one who catches the first fish," said Grandpa.

Suddenly Don's cork began to bob up and down in the water. Joyce felt a
strong pull on her line, too. Almost at the same instant each of them
lifted a fish from the water. Grandpa took the little perch from Don's
hook, and a catfish from Joyce's; and with his big, hearty laugh he gave
them each a nickel.