JEREMY put on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took his rod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he kept his boat.
JEREMY took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water.
JEREMY stuck his pole into the mud and fastened his boat to it.
Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and went on eating his sandwich.
Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had better get away from here."
JEREMY shoved the boat out again a little way, and dropped in the bait.
Jeremy landed little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered with spines!
Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat--sucking his sore fingers and peering down into the water--a MUCH worse thing happened; a really FRIGHTFUL thing it would have been, if Mr.
JEREMY bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and the bubbles out of a soda water bottle; and he swam with all his might to the edge of the pond.