“Here, now!” said Chub, contemptuously. “That’s right, try to get out of it!”
But Dick got up and immediately caught the doctor, who gazed blankly at him while he counted the fateful ten. Harry clapped her hands delightedly.
“Papa’s ‘it’!” she cried. “Now we’ll have some fun!”
The doctor got up and surveyed the four laughing faces anxiously.
“Let me see, now; what is it I say?” They explained it to him, and he made for Harry.
“I’m a fish!” he cried. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve thirteen, fourteen—”
He might have been counting yet had not they stopped him, for Harry had gone off into a gale of laughter and was quite incapable of words.
“You mustn’t say ‘I’m a fish,’” she explained finally. “You just say ‘fish.’ And you must only count to ten, papa.”
“Oh! Then I’ll try again,” answered the doctor, cheerfully. He fixed Harry with a stern look and said:
“Fish! One, two—”
