In a mud-hole between two rocks they discovered a tiny striped snake, hardly bigger than a lead pencil, in the act of swallowing a little green frog, and they passed a rapt ten minutes in witnessing the progress of this miniature drama, which culminated happily in the victim's escape, and triumph of virtue.
"That," declared Blix as they climbed into the old buggy which was to take them to the train, "was the one thing necessary.

That made the day perfect." They reached the city at dusk, and sent their fish, lunch-basket, and rods up to the Bessemers' flat by a messenger boy with an explanatory note for Blix's father.
"Now," said Condy, "for Luna's and the matrimonial objects.".