"There are some rods up at the house, too. We might as well take all we
can get."
"Good!" said Will. "I'll go with the girls, fellows, and help them while
you are getting things ready."
Their present elation was very different from the apathy which had
possessed them so short a time before. Indeed, Mollie's description of
the fishing pool was very alluring.
"Whereabouts did you see the tackle, Mollie?" Will asked, as they
entered the house.
"Oh, I can find it," said Mollie with conviction. "I think there were
four rods. I hope I wasn't mistaken."
"If you were," said Amy, "one of us will have to sit still and watch!"
"And I think I know who that will be," said Will with a sly glance at
his sister.
"Just for that," Grace retorted, "I'll show you the best catch of the
day."
"We shall see," said Mollie, opening the door of a small closet under
the stairs. "Look," she added, "there they are. You're a judge of rods,
Will--how do these look?"
Will took them in his hands and examined them minutely. "They're
pippins!" he exclaimed joyfully. "I don't know when I've seen a better
outfit.
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