"Here we are," shouted Dabney at last.

" There was nothing wonderful to Dabney in the idea of his mother going about and inspecting work, and finding fault, and giving directions.

He stared at Dabney for a moment; and then he turned, and stared at every thing else.

" Now the fun was doubled; and some of the pickerel they pulled in reminded Dabney of small blue-fish, while the bass and perch were every way as respectable as ordinary porgies and black-fish, except for size.