Along the frozen shore of Lake Erie, ice thickened by several inches. With an iron chisel, they cut a hole in the ice, lowered the fishing line, and in no time a few bass took the bait, pulled out one after another from the ice hole. Toward evening, the men were fishing there, while Jenny and her sisters rode on a sleigh pulled by several Alaskan dogs, gliding across the ice. They had a wild time, but their parents at home had dinner ready and waited, and when they didn't come, their respective husbands had to go and drag them back.
Only when she got home did Jenny feel the cold. She rubbed Zweit's hands and pulled him back to the dining room, where she downed two bowls of the day's thick soup.
At dinner, Mrs. Jones made all kinds of delicacies, including the bass they'd caught roasted in the oven, and opened a keg of this year's farm-brewed beer.
After they finished eating, Jenny pulled Zweit to her room to sit and asked how his talk with her father had gone that afternoon.
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