'Oh, what is it?' cried Horatia, eager as usual for novelty.
'If she wants to fish, why shouldn't she?' objected Sarah, who had no faith in her father's choice of a day's entertainment.
'But I don't want to fish if there are no fish to catch. There's nothing duller than sitting all day and catching nothing,' put in Horatia. 'What's your plan, Mr Clay?'
'You wait till to-morrow morning, and you'll see,' he replied as they rose from the table.
'It'll be something horrid, you'll see,' said Sarah after they had left the dining-room.
'Why should it be something horrid?' inquired Horatia rather sharply.
'Because my father has not the least idea what kind of thing will please you,' retorted Sarah.
'How do you know that?' demanded Horatia.
'Because he is far too ignorant,' said Sarah.
'You are not very respectful to your own father,' said Horatia rather coldly, 'and I think that's rather ignorant.'