Horace knew it was growing late, and Dotty knew it made her sleepy to sit without speaking.
"Enough of this," cried Horace, breaking the spell of silence at last.
"You may talk now as much as you please.

I've had my line out two hours.
They say 'in mud eel is;' but I don't believe it." "Nor I either." But at that very moment an eel bit.

Horace drew him in with great satisfaction.
Dotty gave a little start of disgust, but had the presence of mind not to scream at sight of the ugly creature, because she had heard Horace say girls always did scream at eels.
"He will know now I _am_ as bright as anybody; as bright as a boy." They started for home, well pleased with their evening's work.
"Did you notice," asked Dotty, "how I acted?
I never screamed at that eel once." "You're a lady, Dotty.

I don't know but you might be trusted to go trouting.

I never dared take Prudy, she is troubled so with palpitation of the tongue." A proud moment this for Dotty.