I heard, long ago, that you were a first-class fisherman, so I cut across lots and here I am." His vivid words touched my imagination and I have often recalled them.
"Well, now by mighty! I--" Uncle Peabody drew the rein upon his imagination at the very brink of some great extravagance and after a moment's pause added: "We'll start out bright an' early in the mornin' an' go up an' git Bill Seaver.

He's got a camp on the Middle Branch, an' he can cook almost as good as my sister." "Is your spring's work done ?" "All done, an' I was kind o' thinkin'," said Uncle Peabody with a little shake of his head.

He didn't say of what he had been thinking, that being unnecessary.
"Bart, are you with us ?" said Mr.Wright as he gave me a playful poke with his hand.
"May I go ?" I asked my uncle.
"I wouldn't wonder--go an' ask yer aunt," said Uncle Peabody.
My soul was afire with eagerness.

My feet shook the floor and I tipped over a chair in my hurry to get to the kitchen, whither my aunt had gone soon after the appearance of our guest.

She was getting supper for Mr.
Wright.
"Aunt Deel, I'm goin' fishin'," I said.
"Fishin'! I guess not--ayes I do," she answered.
It was more than I could stand.