“And don’t care whether you come out right or not,” snapped Aunt Philomela.

“Your true artist cares more than anyone else in the world how he comes out,” he answered soberly.

“But the potatoes—”

“The potatoes. When all is said and done what is a peck of potatoes? I am like Mr. Langdon, I don’t care for them.”

“But you aren’t like me about trout. You don’t seem to care for trout.”

“I enjoy catching them at least. Perhaps I’m like my sister in that.”

He turned to Miss Van Patten.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, “I’ve been hopelessly beaten in my own waters.”

“I suppose you had plenty of sport in Alaska,” broke in Carl.

“In Alaska?” answered Barnes absent-mindedly.