“They must be funny people to eat frogs’ legs,” Sue exclaimed.

“But I won’t catch any now,” Bunny promised.  “Where’s the pin, Sue?  So I can make a hook.”

“I’ll take one out of my dress where a button’s off,” offered the little girl.  “Only you’ll have to give the pin back to me after you stop fishing, ’cause I’ll have to pin my dress up again.”

“S’posin’ a fish swallers it?” Bunny asked.

“Swallers what?”

“Swallers the hook!” Bunny explained.  “If a fish eats the bent pin hook I can’t give it back to you; can I?”

“No,” said Sue slowly.  “But we could get it out when we cook the fish,” she said, after thinking about it a little while.

“Yes,” agreed Bunny.  “But I guess they don’t cook pins in fish.  Anyhow we haven’t got a fire to cook with.”

“Oh, well, then we’ll pretend.  Here’s the pin, Bunny,” and Sue took it from a place on her dress where, as she had said, a button was off.  “Try and catch a big fish with it.”

Bunny had the piece of string untangled now and he bent the pin into a sort of hook.  All this while the boat was slowly drifting down the river, but Bunny Brown and his sister Sue had talked so much about fishing that they had not noticed where they were going.  They were not so frightened as they had been at first.

Bunny tied the bent pin on the end of his piece of string and was about to toss it over the side of the boat into the water when he happened to think.

“I’ll have to have a sinker,” he said to Sue.  “You can’t catch fish if you don’t have a sinker to take the hook down to the bottom of the water.  Fish only bite near the bottom.  I must have a sinker.”

“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Sue.  “Fishing is a lot of work; isn’t it, Bunny?”

“It’s fun,” said the little boy.  “I like it, but I have to have a sinker.”

“I could give you a button from my dress,” Sue said.  “One’s almost off, and I could pull it the rest of the way.  Only I haven’t another pin to fasten me up with.  This is an old dress, anyhow.  That’s what makes it have one button gone and another almost off,” she explained.

“Never mind.  Don’t pull off the button, Sue,” Bunny said.  “I guess it wouldn’t be heavy enough to sink.  Maybe I can find a regular sinker.  Oh, yes, here’s one!” he cried, as he picked up from the bottom of the boat a piece of lead.  It had been dropped there when Mr. Brown, or perhaps Bunker Blue, had used the boat for fishing a few days before.

“This will be just the thing!” cried Bunny, as he fastened it to his line.  “Now I can fish real,” and he tossed the bent pin over the side of the drifting boat into the water.  The bent pin sank out of sight, and both children watched eagerly, wondering how long it would be before they would catch a fish.

But suddenly their boat bumped against something, and stopped moving.  The bump was so hard that Bunny was knocked over against Sue.