When he reached home he found Carl on the lawn, patiently studying the habits and customs of a colony of wasps. Calling him into the study Mr. Meredith confronted him, with a sterner face than any of his children had ever seen before, and asked him if the story were true.
“Yes,” said Carl, flushing, but meeting his father’s eyes bravely.
Mr. Meredith groaned. He had hoped that there had been at least exaggeration.
“Tell me the whole matter,” he said.
“The boys were fishing for eels over the bridge,” said Carl. “Link Drew had caught a whopper—I mean an awful big one—the biggest eel I ever saw. He caught it right at the start and it had been lying in his basket a long time, still as still. I thought it was dead, honest I did.