"I suppose letter-writing's strange here?" I replied, throwing the bullhead back into the water and putting on a fresh worm. "But we ought always to write to our kin, and Cousin Angeline's got a lot, you know."
"Yes, including papa and the two nephews; but it is not her kin who are writing to her now," he replied, jerking at his line. "Drat it! that's the third worm that turtle has picked off my hook."
"Try a grasshopper, cousin; but who else writes to her?" I answered, dropping my hook close to the bottom for cat.
"A lawyer, of all men."
"A lawyer! What can he have to say?" I answered, little interested.
"Oh, there are many things lawyers can write about, as in this case," he replied. "You would jump out of the boat, too, if you knew his name."
"Why, what have I to do with it?" I answered, looking up surprised.
"Can't you guess who it is?" he answered, eying me sideways.
"No, unless it's Mr. Lincoln. I don't know any other," I answered.
"It is not Mr. Lincoln, for he never heard of your cousin. It is some one you dislike, and for good reason," he replied. slowly.