The fish was
so slippery that, every time Freddie had it, his hand slid off of it.
"We're not going to eat my fish!" cried Freddie. "I'm going to keep it
forever, in a glass globe, and make it do tricks!"
The others gathered around to see Freddie's catch, for the little
fellow was very proud of his success, though, once or twice before, on
trips to the country, he had been allowed to fish with Bert and Nan.
He was too impatient to sit still long, so he never caught much.
"Here comes Snoop," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laughing glance at his
friend Mr. Murphy, who had come back to the houseboat with him, after
the mean farmer had cut the wire fence.
"Snoop can't have my fish!" cried Freddie, now hugging his dangling
prize close to his waist.
"Oh, you'll get your clothes all dirty!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, as the
black cat came snooping and sniffing around, for she smelled fish,
which she very much liked.
"Go 'way, Snoop! You can't have my fish!" cried Freddie. "I'm going to
put it in a glass globe, and keep it forever and teach it to do
tricks."
"I guess swimming is the only trick a fish can do," said Bert, with a
laugh, "and you don't have to teach them that. They know it already."
Freddie was so afraid that Snoop might get his fish, that Dinah
brought him up a glass dish, in which, when it was filled with water,
the little "sunny" was allowed to swim around.
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