“Good morning, Marjorie,” said the young man, pleasantly. “Caught anything?”
“Not yet!” replied Marjorie, dully.
“May I join you?” he asked.
“If you care to,” replied the girl, indifferently.
Kirk sat down and cast his line into the stream. It was only a minute later that he brought up a beautiful fish.
“How pretty!” cried Marjorie, with true admiration in her tone. He was subtly flattered, and in a little while succeeded in repeating his achievement.
“Please show me,” said the girl, humbly, handing her line to him.
Kirk put down his line and placed a stone upon it to hold it in place, and, taking Marjorie’s, examined the hook.
“I guess you’ve been dreaming, young lady; your hook is empty,” he announced, laughing.
Baiting it for her from his own supply, he cast it in again, and handed the line back to her.