"You can depend upon me. Come, we'll make a bargain. If you will go out in my dory with me this afternoon when I haul my nets you shall have the finest fish in this wheelbarrow."
"Oh, I'd love to do that; it would be the nicest possible excursion," responded Gwen enthusiastically, "but it seems to me I shall be getting the best of it all around."
"No, I am willing to pay for your company, and consider it is a small price."
"Thanks," Gwen laughed. "When shall I be ready?"
"About three."
"And where shall I meet you? Right off there where your dory is?"
"Yes, if you will." He selected a fine mackerel strung it on a bit of grass, and handed it to her. "Do you care for tinkers?" he asked.
"Tinkers? I don't know of any but those you read about who go around the country mending tins."
"That's not the kind," replied Mr. Williams. "They are these little fellows." He held out a tiny mackerel in his hand. "Some persons like them better than the large ones."
"Oh, those. I never ate any, but I'd like to."