One day the houseboat was moved along the creek for about a mile, and
anchored there. Bert and Harry found the fishing so good, that they
wanted to stay a long time. They really caught some large perch and
chub.
"But we didn't come on this trip just to fish," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"There are other things to do. We want to go in swimming, when it gets
a little warmer, and then, too, we can take some walks in the woods on
the shores of Lake Romano."
"And can we have picnics, and take our lunch?" asked Freddie.
"Yes, little fat fireman," answered his father, laughing.
Freddie had been kept so busy with other amusements, that he had not
once played with his fire engine, since coming on board.
"Let me catch some fish," begged Flossie, on the afternoon of the day
when they were to move from the place that Bert and Harry liked so
well.
"You may take my line," offered Freddie. "I'm tired of fishing."
I think perhaps Freddie grew weary because he had had no bites. That
one fish he had caught, and which had caused so much excitement,
seemed to be all he could get. That one was still alive in the glass
dish, which Bert had made into sort of an aquarium.
"I'm going to catch a big fish," said Flossie, as she laid her doll
down beside the sleeping dog Snap, and took Freddie's pole.
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