The hours passed so quickly that before the children knew it, it was
time for lunch. But when Grandma spread out the chicken and sandwiches
and cookies and lemonade in the shade of the big tree, they found that
they were as hungry as bears.

After lunch, Grandma lay down in the shade and tried to take a nap, while
the others went back to their fishing. But the fish did not bite so well
as they had done in the morning.

They had already caught a great many fish, so they decided to go home
early. Grandpa had been stringing the fish one by one, as they had caught
them; and he had let the line hang down in the water. Now, when he lifted
it out, the children were delighted to see how many fish they had caught.

"That is a longer string of fish than Daddy has in the picture!" cried
Don.

"We cannot use so many fish ourselves," said Grandpa. "We shall have to
share with the neighbors."

When they reached home, Don helped Grandpa to clean the fish. Grandpa
skinned the catfish, and Don scraped the scales from the perch. When
they had finished, Don had fish scales all over him--even in his hair.

But this trouble was all forgotten at supper time, when Grandma set a
large platter of fish on the table. Grandpa said it tasted better than
the fried chicken.

In the evening, the children came to Grandma for their usual story. They
sat down on the porch, with the soft summer dusk gathering about them.