Addison was calmly fishing in the jar! "What are you doing ?" she cried.

"My goldfish!" Addison fled out of the room with Ellen in hot pursuit; she finally caught him, seized the rod and broke it.

But when she turned back to see what damages her adored fish had suffered, she beheld Halstead, perched over the jar, also fishing in it.
"My senses! You here, too!" she cried.

"Can't a boy see a fish without wanting to catch it ?" When she hurried back in a flurry of anxiety after chasing him to the carriage house, she found me there, too, pretending to yank one out.

But by this time she saw that it was a joke, and the box on the ear that she gave me was not a very hard one.
"Seems to me, young folks, I heard quite too much noise down here for Sunday morning," grandmother said severely when she appeared a little later.