You ought not to be fishing here any longer.

I want you to get on the way." "Ay -- I must wait awhile," said the other with a sigh.

"I shall go -- that's all I know, but I can't see a bit ahead.

I'm round there under the point now, and there's a big headland in the way that hides the up view." Again the eyes of the fishers were fixed on their corks, gravely, and in the case of Rufus with a somewhat disturbed look.
"I wish I was clear of the headlands too," said he after a short silence; "and there's one standing right across my way now." "What's that ?" "Books." "Books ?" said Winthrop.
"Yes -- books which I haven't got." "Books!" said his brother in astonishment.
"Yes -- why ?" "I thought you said _boots_," the other remarked simply, as he disengaged a fish from the hook.
"Well," said Rufus sharply, "what then?
what if I did?
Can't a man want to furnish both ends of his house at once ?" "I have heard of a man in his sleep getting himself turned about with his head in the place of his feet.

I thought he was dreaming." "You may have your five dollars again, if you think them ill- bestowed," said the other putting his hand in his pocket; -- "There they are! -- I don't want them -- I will find a way to stand on my own legs -- with boots or without, as the case may be." "I don't know who has better legs," said Winthrop.