"
But Mollie was all action, now that there was some definite point in
view.
She called the others to her, speaking quickly.
"We are going to catch some fish," she announced eagerly. "Or at least
we are going to try to."
"Try is good," murmured Frank, but Mollie continued, unheeding.
"It is strange that I didn't remember before," she went on, "what Aunt
Elvira said about the wonderful fishing pool about a mile away."
"A mile!" groaned Grace. "Do you mean to say that we have to walk a mile
in this blazing heat?"
"Nobody _has_ to," Mollie retorted. "It's only a question of wanting to.
I'm going if I have to go alone."
"Oh, come on, Grace, be a sport," Frank coaxed. "Just think how nice and
shady and cool it will be when we get there. It _will_ be nice and shady
and cool, won't it, Mollie?" he added, turning to her for confirmation.
"Nice rocks with great, big trees shading them and clear, cold water
with lots of fish in it and--and--oh, everything!" she agreed in a burst
of enthusiasm.
"That sounds mighty good to me," said Roy. "Now for the fishing
tackle--where is it, fellows?"
"Oh, wait a minute," called Mollie, as they made a rush for the tents.
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