“Perhaps he is not to blame. I am only a poor boy, belonging to a fisherman’s family. I am afraid I am not a suitable associate for you or him,” said Robert with proud humility.
“No more of that talk, Bob,” said Herbert. “You’re suitable for me, anyhow, and I like you twice as much as my cousin. I don’t care how you are dressed, as long as you are a good fellow.”
“At any rate, you are a good fellow, Herbert,” said Robert warmly. “I liked you the very first day I saw you.”
“And I can say the same for you. Bob. Well, never mind about George. Leave him to his book. We’ll amuse ourselves better.”
As Robert was playing he caught sight of his uncle on his way to the tavern. He knew, therefore, that he could return home without danger of annoyance, and he excused himself to Herbert. As it was doubtful whether he could get anything to do in the village and as the boat would not be in use, he concluded to go out and see if he could not catch a few fish for his aunt’s dinner.
“Well, come and play with me again very soon, Bob,” said his friend.
“I will, Herbert. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Oh, I do that on my own account! I like your company.”
“Thank you!”
Robert went home and spent a short time with his aunt before setting out on his fishing trip. He only meant to go out a short distance and there was plenty of time before noon.