Some day you'll be able to handle snakes if you'll only have patience." "But I don't want to." She stood holding out the contaminated hand for a moment, then dropped on her knees and scrubbed it vigorously in the brook.
"You see," said Scott, squatting cheerfully beside her, "you and I don't yet begin to realise the pleasure that there is in these woods and streams--hidden and waiting for us to discover it.

I wouldn't bother with any other woman, but you've always liked what I like, and its half the fun in having you see these things.

Look here, Kathleen, I'm keeping a book of field notes." He extracted from his stuffed pockets a small leather-covered book, fished out a stylograph, and wrote the date while she watched over his shoulder.
"Discovered what seems to be a small dark-red newt under a stone near Hurryon Brook.

Couldn't make it bite me, so let Kathleen hold it.

Query: Is it a land or water lizard, a salamander, or a newt; and what does it feed on and where does it deposit its eggs ?" Kathleen's violet eyes wandered to the written page opposite.
"Did you really see an otter, Scott ?" "Yes, I did!" he exclaimed.