“Yes, indeed; but not now. It’s getting nearly dinner time. Uncle would worry if I’m away too long. Perhaps I’ll come again some time. May I? It’s splendid sport. Do you fish here much?”
“Yes, indeed, come any time. I try my luck nearly every day, whenever the cattle are quiet.”
“Well, don’t be surprised to see me again soon. Come, Eagle,” she called to her pony, and when he came, she reached to open her basket.
“Here, let me pack in the fish for you,” said Fred; “I’ll put yours on top so you can tell it.”
“Yes, but you mustn’t give me all of those fish,” she protested.
“Now, please don’t object,” he replied, as he kept on filling the basket; “you said you’d take them; now let me have my way this time, won’t you?”
“All right, if you insist,” she laughed, “and I’ll pretend I stopped fishing because I couldn’t get any more in the basket. It’s full to the cover now.”
He tied it securely to the horn of the saddle, and was holding the stirrup for her to mount, when she reached out her hand, saying, “Thank you ever so much for this rich treat. I’ll not forget it. Now may I ask for one thing more?”
“Certainly; what is it?”
“Your name.”