Once Teddy went fishing. Teddy's father went too, and his mother and Uncle Butler and Aunt Butler and Miss Wilkins. Uncle Butler and Teddy's father rowed along, and Teddy stood in the stern of the boat, and trailed his line. All of a sudden there came a scream from Teddy, then a splash; and Teddy was in the water.

"Teddy! O Teddy!" screamed his mother.

"O-o-oh!" screamed Aunt Butler and Miss Wilkins. "Save him!"

In a twinkling Teddy's father had Teddy in the boat again, all safe, though very wet.

"But there's my pole going off," cried Teddy.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!"

"Well, there might as well be another wet one," said Uncle Butler; and he pulled off his coat and vest, and jumped in after Teddy's fishing-rod. He caught it; and swam back to the boat; and there he pulled in a fish, which was fast to the hook--a nice, very large trout.

"It's mine," cried Teddy; "I caught it!"

But Teddy's father wants to know whether Teddy caught the fish, or the fish caught Teddy.