There's six.

We can't eat any more." "Well, then, I'll bring you some more to-morrow," replied Tommy, as he handed her the string of fish.

"Stop a minute; here's a first-rate tom-cod; let me put him on;" and he took the string and added the fish to his gift.
"I never shall forget you, Tommy; I shall only borrow the two cents; I will pay you again some time," said she, in a low tone, so that Johnny could not hear her.
"Never mind 'em, Katy.

Don't go hungry again for a minute.

Come to me, and I'll help you to something or other." "Thank you, Tommy;" and with a lighter heart than she had brought with her, she hastened up the pier, no doubt anticipating a rich feast from the string of fish.
The pier of the new South Boston bridge was then, as now, a favorite resort for juvenile fishermen.