“Try if you can throw it a little worse,” said Kenneth mockingly.
“I couldn’t,” sighed Max.
“Try.”
Max threw once more.
“There, what did I say?” cried Kenneth.
“Try to throw a little worse; and I did,” said Max apologetically.
“And you threw ten times better. He’ll soon throw a fly, Tavvy.”
“Ay, she’ll soon throw a fly,” said the forester.
“There; now you shall try and throw one downstream,” said Kenneth.
“No, no; I’d rather you would try,” cried Max.