hand suddenly on the grass. "I've got two," she
said, coming cautiously forward. "Now creep up still to that little
bunch of basswood bushes, on the edge of the bank. Get down low and
crawl and don't jar the ground. I'm going to throw in a grasshopper. Oh
dear me, look at the 'molasses' the nasty thing has put on my hand!"

Kate threw the grasshopper into the pool at the bend; and it seemed to
me that it had barely touched the water, when _flop_ rose a fine trout
and snatched it.

"Oh, if it wasn't Sunday and we had a hook here to put this other
grasshopper on," said Kate eagerly, "wouldn't it be fun to haul that
trout out here!

"I caught ten here one day last June," she continued. "Oh, I _do_ love
to fish!--Do you think it is very horrid for girls to fish?" she asked
suddenly.

"Girls don't fish as much as boys, but I didn't know there was any harm
in it," I said.

"I'm glad you don't think it isn't nice," said Kate. "Tom is always
hectoring me about it. I sometimes catch more than he does; and I think
that is the reason he wants to plague me."

"But we must go away from here!" Kate exclaimed. "For I don't think it
is quite right to want to fish so badly, on Sunday. I think it is as bad
to want to catch a fish as to catch one, or almost as bad."

This being our moral condition, we veered off from the brook a little;
and Kate pointed out to me a bank of choke-cherry bushes, from which we
gathered a few cherries, not very good ones.

"It isn't a good cherry year," said Kate. "Last year was. We got
splendid ones off these same bushes, last September."

Kate also pointed out to me some small bird pear trees, growing beside
an old hedge fence across the upper end of the meadow, where we climbed
over and going through a tract of sparse woodland entered the pasture
below the Old Squire's south field.

"Oh, I do love to be out in the woods and pastures on a bright pleasant
day like this!" exclaimed Kate, with a long breath of enjoyment. "I
wish I could camp out and be out of doors all the fall. That makes me
think, has Addison or Dora said anything to you about our making a trip
to the 'great woods' this fall, after the apples are picked?"

"I have heard Addison say that he would like to go," said I. "And
Theodora said that they had talked of making a camping trip once. But I
haven't heard anything about it lately."

"Oh dear, I'm afraid they will all give it up," said Kate. "There is a
place away up in the woo