And for all his dreadfully expensive collection of arms and rods, he uses them very little.

See him out there drifting about with the fish breaking all around--some within a foot of his canoe! He'll never come in to dress for dinner unless we call him." And she framed her mouth with both hands and sent a long, clear call floating out across the Gray Water.
"All right; I'll come!" shouted her brother.

"Wait a moment!" They waited many moments.

Dusk, lurking in the forest, peered out, casting a gray net over shore and water.

A star quivered, another, then ten, and scores and myriads.
They had found a seat on a fallen log; neither seemed to have very much to say.