rods and as many big bundles, excited their astonishment.
"Where did you get 'em, old man, an' what's into them there bundles?" was the woman's whispered inquiry.
"I got 'em up there in the pond clost to the foot of the rapids," answered Matt, gleefully. "I'll learn them rich fellers up to Mount Airy to treat a gentleman right the next time they see one. We're jest as good as they be if we are poor."
"Course we be," said Jake, Matt's oldest boy. "What's them there things—fish poles? I want one of 'em."
"All right. You an' Sam take your pick, an' we'll sell the rest. If you see a feller that is needin' a pole, you can tell him that you know where he can get one worth the money."
"About how much?" queried Jake.
"Wal," said Matt, reflectively, "them poles must have cost nigh onto five dollars; but seein' that they're second hand we will have to take a leetle less fur 'em—say two an' a half."
