They went on down the lane. The berries were very thick. The boys ate a great many, and they filled their baskets, and the dipper besides. When they reached the bottom of the lane, Rollo proposed that they should go on, through the woods, to the brook. They liked the plan. They accordingly hid their baskets under the fence, heaping full of raspberries. Rollo said that he should take his dipper with him, so as to get a drink at the brook. "But you can't use it to get a drink," said Henry; "it is full of raspberries." Rollo had not thought of this difficulty. He walked slowly along, with the other boys, a few minutes, looking somewhat foolish; but in a moment he said he meant to eat his raspberries up, and then his dipper would be empty when he should get to the brook. So he began to eat them. The other boys wanted some of them, and he gave them some, on condition that they should help him fill up his dipper again, when they returned up the lane on their way home. They assented to this condition, and so the boys walked along, eating the raspberries together, in great harmony. They rambled about in the woods, for some time, meeting with various adventures, until they reached the brook. Neither of the boys were thirsty, not even Rollo; but still he took a drink from the brook, for the sake of using the dipper. He then amused himself, for some time, in trying to scoop up skippers and roundabouts, but without much success. The skippers and roundabouts have both been mentioned before. The latter were a sort of bugs, which had a remarkable power of whirling round and round with the greatest rapidity, upon the surface of the water. While Rollo was endeavoring to entrap some of these animals, the other boys were picking up pebbles, or gathering flowers, until at length their attention was suddenly arrested by a loud and long exclamation of surprise and pleasure from Rollo. "What?" said Henry and James, looking towards Rollo. They saw that he was standing at the edge of the water, gazing eagerly into his dipper. "What is it?" said the boys, running towards him. "I have caught a little fish," said Rollo. True enough, Rollo had caught a little fish. It was very small, and, as it had been swimming about there, Rollo had, probably more by accident than skill, got him into his dipper, and there he was safely imprisoned. "O, what a splendid little fellow!" said Henry, crowding his head in between Rollo's and James's, over the dipper. "See his fins!" "Yes," said Rollo. "It is a trout,--a little trout." "See his eyes!" said James. "How he swims about! What are you going to do with him, Rollo?" "O, I shall carry him home, and keep him." "O, you can't keep him," said James; "you have not got any pond." "Never mind," said Rollo, "I can keep him in a bowl in the house." "What shall you give him to eat?" said James. "Eat! fishes never eat; they only drink. I shall give him fresh water every day, and that will keep him alive."