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"Call the car, if you please, William," said Senior. "I am going to help
build that dam higher, and see how many fish I can catch for my pool."
Malcolm walked beside him, rubbing his head caressingly across an arm. "We
don't have to go on the streets and hunt," he announced. "Father is going
to find us work. While the war is so bad, we'll drink milk, and send what
we earn to boys who have no father. The war won't take our father, will
it?"
"To-night we will pray God not to let that happen," said Aunt Margaret.
"Is there room in the car for me too, James? I haven't seen one of those
little brook fish in years!"
James Jr. went to her and leaned against her chair. "I got three in my
pool. You may see mine! I'll give you one."
"I'd love to see them," said Aunt Margaret. "I'll go bring my hat. But I
think you shouldn't give the fish away, James. They belong to God. He made
their home in the water. If you take them out, you will kill them, and He
won't like that. Let's just look at them, and leave them in the water.


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