"However, they're not as easy to catch as they were.

Had we better leave the bass alone, also ?" "We might take out what bass we want to eat," Dick suggested, "but not attempt to catch any more than that this summer." "Too bad," muttered Tom.

"I was in hopes that we were going to put by a big stake in the bank, to be divided later on." "We already have money enough for our purpose," Dick suggested.
"We have sufficient funds to take us all away on a fine jaunt during August, and these are the last days of July, now.
"I hate to go away from this lake," muttered Dave.
"It has been very pleasant here," Prescott agreed, "and if the rest of you vote for it, I'll agree to put in the rest of our summer vacation hereabouts." "No," dissented Tom.

"I reckon change of scene and air is as good for us as it is for other folks." "Tom wants to get where he can find more bass fishing," Greg laughed.
"I've had enough of that sport to last me for one summer," retorted Reade.
The day was closing in a gorgeous sunset.

In fifteen minutes more the sun would be down, but there would still be left the long July twilight.
"Did any of you ever see a more beautiful summer day than this has been ?" asked Harry Hazelton presently.
"I haven't anything to offer in the line of such experience," Tom confessed.
"There are some days," Hazelton went on half dreamily, "that somehow makes a fellow feel thoroughly contented with himself." "That's the way I feel to-night," Tom admitted, with an indolent air.
"I'd be contented if I knew one thing, and I suspect that you fellows might be able to tell me, if you only would." None noticed the twinkle in Prescott's eyes as he spoke.
"I'll offer!" cried Tom good-humoredly.