They're always a little shy with strangers, at first.

They don't really mean to be impolite." Favoritism it was, nevertheless; and there was now no danger but what Dick would be able to appease the mind of his mother without making any mention of the crabs.
At last, almost suddenly, and as if by common consent, the fish stopped biting, and the two "'long shore boys" began to put away their lines.
"Going to quit ?" asked Ford.
"Time's up, and the tide's turned," replied Dab.
"Not another bite, most likely, till late this evening.

We might as well pull up, and start for home." "That's a curious kind of a habit for fish to have." "They've all got it though, 'round this bay." "Mus' look out for wot's lef' ob de ole scow, on de way home," remarked Dick a little solemnly.

"I's boun' to ketch it for dat good-for-noting ole board." "We'll find it, and tow it in," said Dab; "and perhaps we can get it mended.

Anyhow, you can go with us next week.