"Halloo, Hank!" exclaimed Bob. "I want you to go fishing with me to-morrow. How do you do, Mr. Lufkin."
The latter took his pipe from his mouth long enough to say "Howdy," and went on with his smoking. He was the only one about the village that didn't think enough of Bob to shake his hand.
"Come on down the road apiece," continued Bob, "and I will talk to you about what I want you to do to-morrow."
"Your lines are all up at your father's, I suppose," said Hank. "I can furnish you with some—"
"Oh, bother the fish-lines," said Bob, sinking his voice to a whisper. "I didn't come here to talk to you about them. I have been down to the jeweller's."
"And did you take that pearl along?" inquired Hank.
Bob winked his eye.
"How much did he give you for it?"
"Guess," said Bob.
"Ten dollars."