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Look, Gerald--look, Boots--and Drina, too--only look at those beautiful big plump trout in Captain Selwyn's creel!" "Oh, I say!" exclaimed Gerald, "you didn't take those in that little brook--did you, Philip?
Well, wouldn't that snare you! I'm coming down here after luncheon; I sure am." "You will, too, won't you ?" asked Drina, jealous lest Boots, her idol, miss his due share of piscatorial glory.

"If you'll wait until I finish my French I'll come with you." "Of course I will," said Lansing reproachfully; "you don't suppose there's any fun anywhere for me without you, do you ?" "No," said Drina simply, "I don't." "Another Phyllis in embryo," murmured Eileen to Selwyn.

"Alas! for education!" Selwyn laughed and turned to Gerald.