If I only had a fishing-line now, I would like to catch just one fish.

Oh, father! why didn't you bring a fishing-line ?" "I didn't think of it, my dear," said he.

"Indeed, I didn't know there were any fish here." Old Menendez turned around and grinned at this, and I thought there was a good chance to stop fishing; so I offered to let the girl try my line for a while, if she wanted to.
It was certain enough that she wanted to, for she was going to run right into the water to get it.

But I came out, and as her father said she might fish if she didn't have to walk into the water, old Menendez took a spare piece of line from his pocket and tied it on to the end of mine, and he put on some fresh bait and gave it a tremendous send out into the surf.

Then he put the other end around the girl and tied it.