Then he went and looked down the hole I showed him and he cried out quicklike, and threw himself on the grass, and in a second up came the fish.

Some one had rolled a big stone in the hole, so the fish was all right, not even dead yet, and Laddie said it was the biggest one he ever had seen taken from the creek.

Then he said if I'd forgive him and all our family, for spoiling the kind of a life I had a perfect right to lead, and if I'd run to the house and get a big bottle from the medicine case quick, he would see to it that some place was fixed for that sheep where it would never bother me again.
So I took the fish and ran as fast as I could, but I sent May back with the bottle, and did the scaling myself.

No one at our house could do it better, for Laddie taught me the right way long ago, when I was small, and I'd done it hundreds of times.
Then I went to Candace and she put a little bit of butter and a speck of lard in a skillet, and cooked the fish brown.

She made a slice of toast and boiled a cup of water and carried it to the door; then she went in and set the table beside the bed, and I took in the tray, and didn't spill a drop.