They got a perch-rod off a long shelf, and half a dozen trimmers.

Then they pulled out a little way and stopped near an archipelago of water-lily leaves.
Doll got out the perch-rod and float and made a cast.
"It's not fishing," he said, apologetically, half to his guest and half to his Maker.

"But we are bound to get some baits." Hugh nodded, and gazed down at the thin forest below.

He could see the perch moving in little companies in the still water beyond the water-trees.

Presently a perch, a very small one, out alone for the first time, came up, all stiff head and shoulders and wagging tail, to the carelessly covered hook.
"Don't, don't, you young idiot!" said Hugh, below his breath.