Won't you?
Please." Once more she had me at a disadvantage.

I had no desire for more fishing, and I was fearful of further questions, but what could I do?
And it was not late--but a little past two o'clock.
So I rigged the rod again and led the way down the shore to the spot where the sedge extended out into the pond, with the lily pads beyond it.

She walked beside me.

Then she seated herself on a fallen tree and I baited the hook with a lively minnow and cast.

For some time I got not even a nibble.