The hook had become
fastened in only a corner of the mouth, and the fish was not hurt in
the least.
Freddie was as proud as though he had caught a whale or a shark. He
did not care to fish any more, but stood on deck near the box on which
had been placed the dish containing his fish.
Bert and Harry, who had caught some larger fish, went back to their
rods and lines, while Nan took up Freddie's pole and used it for
herself. Flossie divided her time between getting her doll to "sleep"
and watching Freddie's fish.
"Well, are we really going up the creek?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Yes, Mr. Murphy got the farmer to cut the wire fence, so we can get
past," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We had better start, too, for Mr. Hardee
might change his mind, and put back the wire fence."
"I guess there isn't much danger of that," spoke Mr. Murphy. "But you
have a fine boat. I don't wonder that you didn't want to stay cooped
up here in this creek."
Flossie, who had come over near the visitor, said:
"There's a stove in our kitchen, and Dinah cooks things on it--good
things to eat!"
"Does she?" cried Mr. Murphy, catching the little girl up in his arms.
"That's fine!"
"I think you might take that as an invitation to dinner," said Mrs.
Bobbsey, with a laugh.
"Thanks, I will stay, and see how it feels to eat on board a
houseboat," replied the man who had helped Mr.
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