"Well, you ought to be ashamed to admit it," retorted Mollie. "I thought in the army you had to be able to hike fifteen miles without winking."
"Sure. But this is our day off," objected Roy. "What do you suppose we get leave for—just to do what we can do every day of our lives?"
"Well, then, for goodness sake, suggest something," cried Mollie impatiently.
"I have an idea," cried Allen, so suddenly that they all started.
"Well, you needn't be so proud of it."
"Do you remember that pond we came across the day we went prospecting alone, Frank?" he continued, not noticing the interruption.
"Yes," Frank answered, catching the idea and looking interested. "Seems to me it ought to be somewhere in this neighborhood. Going to catch some fish?"
"Why, of course," put in Roy scornfully. "We're so attractive all we have to do is to whistle to the little animals to have them squabbling for the best place on the hook."
"My, isn't he the sarcastic boy," grinned Allen. "That little trick might work with you, Roy, but we're more modest."
"Well, have you got any fishing tackle?" queried Roy patiently.