JACK INVITES ME TO GO FISHING. 31

Miss Montgomery, four; and we five, nine;
for Netty is not promoted to dining down-
stairs yet. Jack constantly groans over the
prevalence of girls in our family, his only
comfort being, he says, that I am more like
a boy than 4 girl, which compliment I appre-
ciate immensely.

However, it has taken me longer to give
this description of our family than it has
taken us to dispose of our tea, and once
more we are all on the move. Tiny and
Gip are off to some private haunts, Miss
Montgomery goes into the drawing-room to
Mother, and Freda sits down to complete a
sketch of a lily and some sun-flowers, thrown
together in a most inartistic manner as I
think, though she thinks quite differently.

Jack comes up to me and says mysteri-
ously, though not without patronage, “I’m
going to fish; will you come?”

“Oh, Jack!” I exclaim breathlessly,
“what would Father say?”

“He won't say anything about it as it
happens,” Jack returns contemptuously.