Water was running off his hat, his clothes, and his boots.

Tony heard it squishing with every step he took, and thought how splendid and manly it seemed.
Kitty called out to him, but Dan did not stay to talk.
"Where's father ?" he asked, turning a very flushed but very triumphant face towards them, and waving his basket proudly.
"In the dining-room," said Kitty, and Dan hastened on.

His face fell a little, though, when he saw the table, and his father already eating.
"I'm awfully sorry I'm late," he said disappointedly.

"I thought I should have been in heaps of time.

I've got you some jolly fine trout, father.