16 THE FISHERMAN’S BOY.

When the tide was down, the beach was
very broad, and the lower edge of it was
very wet, and rather stony; and then little
Jock couldn’t sail his boats very well.”

“ Little Jock?” said Rollo and Lucy both
at once; “ who was little Jock?”

“QO, little Jock was the fisherman’s boy.
He was about seven years old, and he was
a capital little fellow too. One _ pleasant
morning, he asked his father to let him go
out a-fishing with him.

““Go out a-fishing?’ said his father;
‘what good could you do?’

“<Q, father,’ said Jock, ‘I can catch
fishes. I can pull ’em up.’ And here he
began to make signs as if he was pulling a
fishing-line out of water, hand over hand.
‘If you will just get ’°em hooked on for me,
Pll pull ’em up.’

“His father laughed a little at this, and
finally he said he might go. So Jock ran
capering down to the little boat, which was
almost afloat, with its bows just resting a
little upon the beach.”

‘“ But I thought you said he always pulled
his little boat out of the water?” said Lucy.

“So he did; that is, he always pulled i