"I guess I know more about this place than you do," I cried angrily. "You come with me and I'll show you fish."
"Too sunny, isn't it?" he asked.
"Not for where I mean."
"Got an extra rod?"
"Yes; you can take my split bamboo—if you won't go and bust it."
"All right; if I break it I'll buy you another. Fish from the bank, do you? or shall I put boots on?"
"Boots. Got any?"
"Yes. I'll go up and put them on. Take those books off with you, please.
You won't have time for studying before night."
"I won't then, either," I said.
"Well, anyhow, we won't leave them here. Let's keep the shop looking ship-shape. By the way, it's a bit late, isn't it? How about lunch?"