"The ice is keepin' clear, but I watches close."
"What are the signs of fish?" asked the Doctor.
"Fine!" said Skipper Tom. "The signs be _wonderful_ fine."
"I hope you'll have a big year."
"There's a promise of un," Skipper Tom grinned happily. "The trap's
sure to do fine for us."
But nobody knows from one day to another what will happen on The
Labrador.
According to habit Skipper Tom was up bright and early on Sunday
morning and went for a look at the trap. When presently he returned
to join Doctor Grenfell at breakfast he was plainly worried.
"There's a berg driftin' down on the trap. We'll have to take her in,"
he announced.
"But 'tis Sunday," exclaimed his wife. "You'll never be workin' on
Sunday."
"Aye, 'tis Sunday and 'tis against my principles to fish on the
Sabbath day. I never did before, but 'tis to save our cod trap now.
The lads and I'll not fish. We'll just haul the trap."
"The Lard'll forgive _that, what_ever," agreed his wife.
Skipper Tom went out when he had eaten, but it was not long until he
returned.
"I'm not goin' to haul the trap today," he said quietly and
decisively.
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