As he came near enough for her to look into his eyes she began to wonder how he would impress Lucy, what side of his nature would she love best--his courage and strength or his tenderness?
The sound of his voice shouting her name recalled her to herself, and a thrill of pride illumined her happy face like a burst of sunlight as he tossed his tarpaulins on the grass and put his strong arms about her.
"Mother, dear! forty black bass, eleven weakfish, and half a barrel of small fry--what do you think of that ?" "Splendid, Archie.

Tod must be proud as a peacock.

But look at this!" and she held up the letter.

"Who do you think it's from?
Guess now," and she locked one arm through his, and the two strolled back to the house.
"Guess now!" she repeated, holding the letter behind her back.

The two were often like lovers together.
"Let me see," he coaxed.