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.
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.
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