CHAPTER VI.
PEGGY PRESENTS HIS BILL.
Millville waited in agonized suspense for three days for tangible evidence that "the nabob was in their midst," as Nib Corkins poetically expressed it; but the city folks seemed glued to the farm and no one of them had yet appeared in the village.

As a matter of fact, Patsy and Uncle John were enthusiastically fishing in the Little Bill, far up in the pine woods, and having "the time of their lives" in spite of their scant success in capturing trout.

Old Hucks could go out before breakfast and bring in an ample supply of speckled beauties for Mary to fry; but Uncle John's splendid outfit seemed scorned by the finny folk, and after getting her dress torn in sundry places and a hook in the fleshy part of her arm Patsy learned to seek shelter behind a tree whenever her uncle cast his fly.

But they reveled in the woods, and would lie on the bank for hours listening to the murmur of the brook and the songs of the birds.
The temper of the other two girls was different.

Beth De Graf had brought along an archery outfit, and she set up her target on the ample green the day following her arrival.