Feeling a misplaced confidence in Mr.Sarrazin's knowledge and experience as an angler, she handed the fishing-rods to him.

"My fingers are cold," she said; "you bait the hooks." He looked at his young friend in silent perplexity; she pointed to the tin box.

"Plenty of bait there, Samuel; we find maggots do best." Mr.Sarrazin eyed the box with undisguised disgust; and Kitty made an unexpected discovery.

"You seem to know nothing about it," she said.

And Samuel answered, cordially, "Nothing!" In five minutes more he found himself by the side of his young friend--with his hook baited, his line in the water, and strict injunctions to keep an eye on the float.
They began to fish.
Kitty looked at her companion, and looked away again in silence.