Father said the other day he would take me out some Saturday and give me a lesson in fly fishing.

How he will laugh when I tell him we have wasted all our afternoon in trying to catch trout with worms!" "I don't see anything to laugh at," Tompkins grumbled.

"Here we waste a whole half holiday, and nothing to show for it, and have got six or seven miles at least to tramp back to school." "Well, we have had a nice walk," Ned said, "even if we are caught in the rain.

However, we may as well put up our rods and start.

I vote we try to make a straight cut home; it must be ever so much shorter to go in a straight line than to follow all the windings of this stream." They had long since left the low lands, where trees and bushes bordered the stream, and were in a lonely valley where the hills came down close to the little stream, which sparkled among the boulders at their feet.
The slopes were covered with a crop of short wiry grass through which the gray stone projected here and there.