Jeremy Fisher.

A GREAT big water-beetle
came up underneath the
lily leaf and tweaked the toe
of one of his goloshes.

Mr. Jeremy crossed his legs
up shorter, out of reach, and
went on eating his sandwich.

ONCE or twice something
moved about with a
rustle and a splash amongst
the rushes at the side of the
pond.

"I trust that is not a rat,"
said Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I
think I had better get away
from here."

MR. JEREMY shoved the
boat out again a little
way, and dropped in the bait.
There was a bite almost
directly; the float gave a
tremendous bobbit!

"A minnow! a minnow! I