When I get to the place with my rhyme, where I saw them shining, they are still beyond my reach.
JUNE 5th.
Rob Moore came over to-day, and he and Lloyd and I went fishing.
We carried our lunch with us, and ate it on a big rock that sticks up like a sort of island in the middle of the creek.

We had to take off our shoes and stockings to wade out to it, and after we got there the rock was hardly big enough to hold the basket and all of us comfortably.

We had to hold fast with one hand and grab for our sandwiches with the other.
It was lots of fun, for Rob and Lloyd kept saying such funny things that we laughed all the time.

I don't know how it happened, but we got to laughing so hard that Lloyd choked on a piece of chicken.

We began pounding her on the back to help her get her breath, and all of a sudden off we went from the rock into the creek--kersplash! It wasn't deep enough to hurt us, but we did look so funny when we stood up as wet as three frogs, and wiped the water out of our eyes.