her nose and cheeks. "There, see! I'm not going to cry any more.
Come back, Joe," for he was starting off at a lively pace.

"Sure?" cried Joel, stopping a minute.

"Yes, I won't cry any more," cried poor Polly, swallowing very
hard--"there, see, Joey dear," and she wiped off the last tear.
"Now I'll help you dig some more worms," she said, racking her
brains to think of something by which to make up to Joel for the
shaking.

"Will you?" cried Joel, in delight. "Oh, Polly, how nice! Here's
the spoon--here's the spoon," and he ran and picked it out of
the long grass.

"Yes, I will," promised Polly, stifling a sigh as she thought of
the work to be made up in some way on the coat seams.

"And I'll sit here and see you," remarked Joel, doubling up in
an easy position on the grass, "'cause you see there isn't but
one spoon, Polly. Now dig a good lot," he said with a restful
stretch.

So Polly dug and dug away, being careful to select long, fat
worms. And presently there was a good number all wriggling away
in the bottom of the pail. And at last Joel hopped up and peered
in. "Oh, Polly, what a lot! An' they're juicy ones, and a great
deal better'n mine. Now I guess I'll catch some fish, an' you
shall fry 'em for supper." He seized the pail, and slung the
pole over his shoulder again, and trudged off.