"Now I can fish," he said.
"What can I do?" asked Sue. "I wish I had one of my dolls with me--even
the old sawdust one, with the sawdust coming out. I could play house
with her. What can I do, Bunny?"
"Well, you can watch me fish, and then I'll let you have a turn. If you
had another pin I could make you a hook."
"Nope, I haven't anymore," and Sue looked carefully over her dress,
thinking she might find another pin. But there was none.
Bunny was about to cast in the line from the shore of the island, near
the boat, where he and Sue were standing, when he suddenly thought of
something.
"Oh, I forgot! I haven't any bait on my hook!" he said. "No wonder I
didn't get a bite. I'll have to get a worm, or something the fish like
to eat. Come on, Sue, you can help at that--hunting for worms."
"I--I don't want to," and Sue gave a little shiver.
"You don't like to hunt worms?" asked Bunny, as if very much surprised.
"I like it--it's fun!"
"Oh, but worms--worms are so--so squiggily!" stammered Sue. "They make
me feel so ticklish in my toes.
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