Again Beth pulled away with all her might. Very soon, she began to feel uncomfortably warm. Her hands burned terribly, and presently she rested a moment on her oar and pointed to the land, now within easy rowing distance. "Wouldn't that be a good spot for our picnic?" Harvey saw how tired she was and answered: "It's just the place, and say, Beth, we'll catch some fish, first. Here are lines and bait." They thereupon went to fishing, and both caught a number of fish. "Now," said Harvey, "it's time to go ashore and cook them." "Oh, I'm so terribly hungry I can't wait. I didn't have any breakfast." "Why, you poor child. Why didn't you say so before?" "I didn't think of it. I was having such a good time." "I couldn't forget that I hadn't had breakfast. How did it happen?" Beth hung her head. She was thinking of her choleric spouse, and she had hard work forcing the tears back. "How did it happen, Beth?" "Why--it just happened. That's all. I'm dreadfully hungry, Harvey." "Suppose then, you eat a sandwich or so, now, and then we'll cook the fish and have lunch later." Harvey thought he could also eat a sandwich. It ended by their eating three apiece. Then he assisted her out of the boat, which he moored fast on shore. "Now for the fish, Beth." "How are we going to cook them? Have you any matches?" "Yes, and there's a frying-pan in my boat. I always carry one, as I cook fish quite often. Didn't I see some butter and salt in the lunch basket?" "Yes, and, Harvey, here's just the spot to build our fire. This straight bank back of the beach will make a good chimney for the smoke to go up." Harvey looked at the spot a little critically. Scrub palmettoes and grass overhung the bank above, which made him wonder if there was any danger of their catching fire. A little breeze was springing up, but he decided that it was not strong enough to carry the sparks to the undergrowth above. So Beth gathered dry leaves and sticks of wood while Harvey cleaned the fish. Then he applied a match to the bonfire, and it blazed up and crackled noisily. He next placed the butter and fish in the frying-pan and set it on the fire. At that moment, a little rabbit darted past the children, running up the bank towards the woods. Harvey started after it calling: "Come on, Beth. Maybe it will lead us to some young rabbits." "But the fish." "They don't need watching for awhile. Hurry on." It was quite a climb up the bank for Beth, but she succeeded in following close after Harvey. The rabbit, however, had quite a start of the children, and soon they acknowledged the uselessness of pursuit, and sat down on a log under a tree to rest. Harvey started to tell Beth of his experience in trying to tame rabbits.