The natural fly and the artificial placed side by side were wonderfully alike.
"They're as like as Lee and me," said Gay.
"Lee?"
"Three of us are triplets," she explained. "We look exactly alike—and we never forgive people who get us mixed up."
Pritchard abandoned all present thoughts of trout-fishing by scientific methods. He looked into her face with wonder.
"Do you mean to tell me," said he, "that there are two other D-D-Darlings exactly like you?"
"Exactly—a nose for a nose; an eye for an eye."
"It isn't true," he proclaimed. "There is nobody in the whole world in the least like you."
"Some time," said Gay, "you will see the three of us in a row. We shall look inscrutable and say nothing. You will not be able to tell which of us went fishing with you and which stayed at home——"