Girls knew more about getting hot stones out of fires, however, than boys did, in this instance. Poor Rob burnt his fingers badly, trying to pull the stone out by taking hold of it with a handful of thick green leaves.
"Oh, Rob! Rob!" screamed Nelly: "you"ll burn you!"
But it was too late. Rob had grasped the stone with all his usual impetuosity, and the leaves had shrivelled up instantly, like cobwebs, the stone was so hot. He let it fall back into the fire, and danced about, shaking his burnt fingers, and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his face very hard, to keep from crying.
"Oh, that was too bad, Rob!" cried Nelly. "Why didn"t you let me get it out?"
"You get it out!" cried Rob, quite angry; "you get it out! I"d like to see you! That"s the way Billy took his out. There isn"t any other way."
Nelly had run off a few steps for a big stick. Presently she came back; and, without saying a word to Rob, put the end of the stick under the stone, and lifted it up and rolled it over and over, till she had it entirely out of the ashes and hot brands, and on a smooth, clean place in the gra.s.s. Then she took a little twig, and held it close to the stone, to see if it were still hot. The twig smoked.
"Oh! it"s lots too hot," said Rob, meekly. "What made you think of that way of getting it out, Nell?"
"I don"t know," said Nelly: "your burning your fingers, I guess."
Then they cut open two nice trout, and Rob sc.r.a.ped them clean with his knife; and, as soon as the stone was cool enough, they laid them on the hot stone. Oh, how good they smelled as soon as they began to cook, and the fat began to ooze out! When the under side was nice and brown, Rob turned them over with two sticks carefully; and, in a few minutes more, they were done. Then he stuck a pointed stick through the biggest one, and handed it very politely to Nelly, saying:--
"Won"t you be helped to some fish, Miss Nelly March?"
Nelly held out two pointed sticks to take it; and then she ran round and round with it, for a minute, to cool it; and then she took it by the tail and ate it up in less time than it has taken to write this page. Rob ate his more slowly.
"Oh, I wish we had cooked four," said Nelly.
Rob looked at his basket. It was not much more than half full.
"I can"t fish any more," he said: "my fingers hurt so. Don"t let"s eat up any more. We can have a good supper when we get home. Let"s keep all these to sell."
"Of course we will, Rob," said Nelly, quite ashamed: "I was a pig."
"Pigs don"t eat trout, I guess," said Rob laughing.
"No," said Nelly; "but they always want more. I was a real pig. Now let"s hurry home. I"m afraid we"re a long way off."
"Well, they know we"re fishing," said Rob: "they won"t worry. It"s good mamma"s got over worrying about my falling into the creek."
CHAPTER X
ROB AND NELLY GO INTO BUSINESS
They were indeed a long way from home; much farther than they dreamed. It was past four o"clock when they reached the house, and Mrs. March had begun to be a little anxious about them. She was much pleased when she saw the basket of trout.
"Oh, what a nice supper we will have!" she exclaimed.
Rob and Nelly looked at each other and at her.
"Oh, mamma!" Nelly began, but checked herself at once, and looked again at Rob.
"Why, what is the matter, children?" said Mrs. March.
"Nothing. You can have them if you want them," said Rob, rather forlornly.
"Why, child, what else did you get them for?" exclaimed their mother, who had forgotten all about Rob"s plan of selling trout.
"To sell," said Rob. "There"s as many as four pounds there, I guess: that"s most two dollars; but you can have them. I don"t care. I"ll go get some more to-morrow, if my hand"s well."
"Oh!" said Mrs. March, "I had forgotten about it. So you mean to be a little fish-merchant, do you?"
"Yes. Nelly"s an egg-merchant, an egg and b.u.t.ter merchant; and I"m going to be a fish and fruit merchant; and we"re going to take care of you and papa that way," said Rob, in an excited tone. "And I was going to begin to-morrow; but I can begin next day, just as well: let"s have these for supper; they"re splendid; we"ve cooked two already."
The tears came into Mrs. March"s eyes.
"We"ll ask papa, and see what he says," she said. "If we"re really going to be merchants, we mustn"t eat up all our goods: that"s certain. But what fruits do you propose to deal in, Mr. March?
Fruits seem to me rather scarce in this valley."
"Oh! strawberries, next month," said Rob; "and then raspberries, and then wild currants, and then wild grapes. There are lots and lots of them on the creek, you know. And we can get carried up to Mr.
Pine"s, and pick berries up above his ranch. He said we might have all we could pick."
When they asked Mr. March about the trout, he laughed, and said:--
"I think we must take a vote of all the partners. This family is a partnership now; the "March firm" we must call ourselves; four partners, all working to make money for the firm: now let"s vote.
All that are in favor of eating the trout for supper, hold up their right hand."
n.o.body"s hand went up but Rob"s.
"Three against you, Rob," said his father: "you"ll have to go without your trout this time. It is voted by a majority of the firm that the trout be sold."
"I didn"t want"--Rob began, but checked himself, and looked at his mother. She nodded and smiled, but said nothing. A little while afterward, when she found Rob alone, she put her arms around him, and kissed him, and said:--
"I understood about the trout, Rob. You thought I wanted some for my supper: didn"t you?"
"Yes, mamma," said Rob: "that was it. I didn"t care so much about them; but it seemed awful mean to keep you from having them. Nelly and I have each had one; they were splendid. Next time I"ll just catch one basketful to sell, and one to eat."
The next day, Rob and Nelly set off together at six o"clock for Rosita: Rob with his trout, and Nelly with eggs and b.u.t.ter. They stopped a minute to speak to Lucinda and Billy, as they pa.s.sed their house. Billy was not there. He had gone to work for Mr. Pine, Lucinda said, and would not be at home for a week.
"You like it: don"t you, Nelly?" she said.
"Yes, indeed!" said Nelly: "I think it"s fun. And the people are all so kind: that Swede woman kissed me because I look so much like her little girl. I am going there again to-day. They keep boarders, you know; and she wants eggs every time I come, she said. I thought perhaps they"d take Rob"s trout too."
"Oh, no! they won"t," said Lucinda. "Trout is too dear eatin" for such boarders "s they keep. You take the trout right up to Miss Clapp"s. She"ll take "em all, an" as many more "s you can ketch."
By the middle of the afternoon, the children were at Lucinda"s door again. They both ran in shouting:--
"Lucinda! Lucinda! we"ve sold every thing; and we"ve got five dollars and seventy-five cents! Now what do you say? Won"t mamma be glad? Couldn"t anybody get very rich this way, if they only kept on?
Isn"t it splendid?"