Kirk seemed in a talkative mood. He commenced a conversation on the art of angling, giving Marjorie brief pointers here and there, to which she listened with eager attention. So rapt was she in the subject that she temporarily forgot all about her former dislike for the man.
Before very long, Marjorie was more successful, landing four big trout, one after another. Her eyes shone with happiness; she felt very grateful to Kirk.
They were picking up their fish when it suddenly occurred to Marjorie to ask whether her companion knew anything about radio.
“A little—and I’m tremendously interested in the subject,” he replied.
“Well, if I’d tell you a secret,” said Marjorie, “would you promise not to laugh at me, or tell anybody?”
“Certainly,” replied the young man gravely.
Marjorie then proceeded to unfold the Girl Scouts’ plan in regard to providing one for the ranch. She wanted advice in buying it, and help in putting it up when it arrived.
“I know one young man who is employed by a firm that manufactures outfits,” she said, “but I don’t know the name of the firm, and I’d rather not write to him personally.”
“Well, I will write to the best firm I know if you want me to,” he said, “if you will tell me about what you want to spend.”
Marjorie named the price.