“A LESSON IN FLY-FISHING”
“Goin’ to leave us?” said Matlack. “You look quite spruced up.”
The bishop smiled. “You allude, I suppose,” said he, “to the fact that my hat and clothes are brushed, and that I am freshly shaved and have on a clean collar. I like to be as neat as I can. This is a gutta-percha collar, and I can wash it whenever I please with a bit of damp rag, and it is my custom to shave every day, if I possibly can. But as to leaving you, I shall not do so this evening. I have promised those young gentlemen who so kindly invited me to their camp that I would prepare their supper for them, and I must now go to make the fire and get things in readiness.”
“Have they engaged you as cook and general help?” asked Matlack.
“Oh no,” said the bishop, with a smile, “they are kind and I am grateful, that is all.”