‘Nat, where have you been?’ ‘Been fishing, ‘ answered the boy addressed, a sturdy youth of sixteen, with clear blue eyes and sandy hair. ‘Fishin’? And who said you could go fishin’?’ demanded Abner Balberry, in his high, nervous voice. ‘Nobody said I could go, ‘ answered the boy, firmly. ‘But I thought you’d all like to have some fish for supper, so I went.’ ‘Humph!’