"I feel just like doing something!" exclaimed Cora, who, came in
from a walk in the woods.
"What, sis?" asked Jack, making a grab for her which she adroitly
avoided.
"Oh--almost anything. Since so much of our summer was spoiled in
exploring and in solving mysteries, suppose we dispel the gloom with
a spell of reckless gaiety."
"Suppose," agreed Hazel. "What shall it be? I vote for water fun.
We can have parties and that sort of stuff all winter."
"Fishing! The very thing!" exclaimed Cora, "and give prizes for
fish, near fish, and no fish."
"Oh, the boys would be sure to win on the fish number," said Hazel,
"but let's try it. We have to have live bait, I suppose."
"And we can haul the bait nets. Did you ever see them cast one of
those thirty feet ones?" asked Cora.
"Never," replied Hazel. "But when shall we start, and what do we
start? I'll dig for worms."
"To-night we will go for the bait, and you can go out with a lantern
in the darkest parts of the woods to dig for worms," Cora said,
knowing, that this would put an end to Hazel's offer.
"In the woods? In our own back yard. I know how to turn stones
over. I have often helped Paul," Hazel attested.
But it was casting the big thirty foot net that really furnished the
best sport. It was dropped from a rowboat by Bess and Cora while
Laurel and Belle rowed. Then when it was all spread out they had to
row very quickly in a circle to close the bottom and to drag in the
unsuspecting little fishes that were to make the live bait.
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