His servant brought him hook and line, while the grasshoppers in the tall grass served for bait.

A rock jutting over the flood formed a convenient seat, and a tulip-tree lent a grateful shade.
The fish were abundant and obliging; the fisherman was happy.

Three shining trophies had been landed, and he was in the act of baiting the hook that should capture the fourth, when his eyes chanced to meet the eyes of the child Audrey, who had left her covert of purple-berried alder, and now stood beside him.

Tithonus, green and hale, skipped from between his fingers, and he let fall his line to put out a good-natured hand and draw the child down to a seat upon the rock.

"Wouldst like to try thy skill, moppet ?" he demanded.
The child shook her head.