I'm ashamed of you, Delancy.

If you can't keep your line free in the woods"-- she hesitated, then reddening a little under her tan--"you had better go and get a canoe and find Duane Mallett and help him catch--something worth while." "Don't you want me to stay with you ?" asked the big, awkward fellow appealingly.

"There's no fun in being with Rosalie and Duane." "No, I don't.

Look! Your flies are in that bush! Untangle them and go to the Gray Water." "Won't you come, too, Miss Seagrave ?" "No; I'm going back to the house....

And don't you dare return without a decent brace of trout." "All right," he said resignedly.