When the last copy had been placed in the hands of Miss Briggs and they were driving to the farm--at a little after six o'clock--they renewed the interesting discussion.
Just before reaching the farm Hetty Hewitt came out of the wood just in front of them.

She was clothed in her short skirt and leggings and bore a fishing rod and a creel.
"What luck ?" asked Patsy, stopping the horse.
"Seven trout," answered the artist.

"I might have caught more, but the poor little creatures squirmed and struggled so desperately that I hadn't the heart to destroy any more of them.

Won't you take them home for Mr.Merrick's breakfast ?" Patsy looked at the girl musingly.
"Jump in, Hetty," she said; "I'm going to take you with us for the night.

The day's fishing has tired you; there are deep circles under your eyes; and that stuffy old hotel isn't home-like.