"We know you have to have worms for bait, but that doesn't
make us like to look at them."
"Well, I guess that's enough," said Allen, clapping the top on the big
tin box, and getting to his feet. "Now if the fish don't like the bait
any better than you girls, I shouldn't wonder if we got done out of our
supper."
"My aunt says they are wonderfully agreeable," said Mollie as they
started down the path, "especially in that pool. She says they just fall
over one another in their hurry to get caught."
"And you waited all this time to tell us about it," said Allen
reproachfully. "And even then I had to suggest it."
"Yes, if it were just an ordinary pool you could understand it," Frank
added. "But a marvel like this! Gee, those fish must be hungry!"
The Outdoor Girls and their companions tramped for what seemed to them a
very long time, but at last they were rewarded by a vision of a
beautiful glade--all trees and rocks and crystal-clear water.
"Well, this looks like something," said Will, drawing a deep breath. "I
wouldn't mind camping here for the rest of the season."
Betty laughed.
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