It was a very good basket, and Dan had no other.

Kitty hesitated, then opened it and looked in.

Six fine trout lay at the bottom on a bed of bracken and wet moss, evidently placed so that they could look their best.
The sight of Dan's little arrangements brought the tears to her eyes.
No, she could not throw away what he had taken so much pride in.
She turned back and went to the kitchen.

"Fanny," she said, "will you cook these for father's breakfast?
Dan has caught them for him." "And fine and proud he was too," said Fanny, looking in at Dan's catch.
"He was, but he isn't now.

I wish," with a deep sigh, "we didn't always do things the wrong way.