You've done nothing wrong, and I'm ready to stand by you, my dear; and you know what a good time we've been having all day.

Eh?
What ?" "Of course I know, father,-- "Showers and clouds and winds, All things well and proper; Trailer, red and white, Dark and wily dropper.
Midges true to fling Made of plover hackle, With a gaudy wing, And a cobweb tackle." "Cobweb tackle, eh, Charlotte?
Yes, certainly; for a hand that can manage it.

Lancie Crossthwaite will land you a trout, three pounds weight, with a line that wouldn't lift a dead weight of one pound from the floor to the table.

I'll uphold he will.

Eh?
What ?" "I'll do it myself, some day; see if I don't, father." "I've no doubt of it, Charlotte; not a bit." Then being in the entrance-hall, they parted with a smile of confidence, and Charlotte hastened up-stairs to prepare herself for the evening meal.