“Say, Clara.”
“Well! what is it?” demanded the other.
“What do you call that little thing that bobbed up and down on the water?”
“The float,” replied the busy Bobby.
“Well, Clara!” whined Lil, mournfully.
“Well! what is it?” snapped the busy fisherman.
“I’ll have to buy you a new one.”
“Buy me what?” demanded the surprised Bobby.
“A new float.”
“What for?” was the amazed demand.