It's cool down there, I know; they don't mind the sun.

I wish I had my fish-pole here, I'd have one of them shiny big fellows there for my dinner; only it's too hot to fish, and it would seem kind of mean, besides, to get him up here in this blazing sun.

Hang me if I make even a fish get out of the water to-day, when it can stay in!" Of all the scholars in Miss Perry's class, the one who she would have said paid the least attention was this same boy who was lying on his face by the pond, envying the fishes.

Yet Tip had heard nearly every word she said; and now, as he looked into the water, which lay cool in the shade of some broad, branching trees, there came into his heart the music of those words again,-- "Neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat." "I declare," he said, as the meaning of those words dawned upon him, "I'd like that! they'll never be too warm again.

It was a pretty nice story she told us about that boy.