At the lake, Hollanden went pickerel fishing, lost his hook in a gaunt, gray stump, and earned much distinction by his skill in discovering words to express his emotion without resorting to the list ordinarily used in such cases.

The younger Miss Worcester ruined a new pair of boots, and Stanley sat on the bank and howled the song of the forsaken.
At the conclusion of the festivities Hollanden said, "Billie, you ought to take the boat back." "Why had I?
You borrowed it." "Well, I borrowed it and it was a lot of trouble, and now you ought to take it back." Ultimately Hawker said, "Oh, let's both go!" On this journey Hawker made a long speech to his friend, and at the end of it he exclaimed: "And now do you think she cares so much for Oglethorpe?
Why, she as good as told me that he was only a very great friend." Hollanden wagged his head dubiously.

"What a woman says doesn't amount to shucks.

It's the way she says it--that's what counts.

Besides," he cried in a brilliant afterthought, "she wouldn't tell you, anyhow, you fool!" "You're an encouraging brute," said Hawker, with a rueful grin.
Later the Worcester girls seized upon Hollanden and piled him high with ferns and mosses.