“Or the blue of the sky.”
“Yes,” Katie agreed once again.
Truth is, Katie had scarcely heard. She, too, was in her element. She was enjoying perfect physical activity, and that, to her, was life. L I F E, spelled with big round letters. With a rhythmic motion, keeping pace with the waves, her strong arms moved slowly back and forth while the oars flashed in the sun.
“Yes,” she repeated as if something more had been said.
“Wait! Stop!” Florence cried. Her line had been given a sudden pull.
“A fish,” said Katie.
“A big one!” Florence enthused, reeling in.
“Not so big,” said Katie.
Katie was right. It was not so big, perhaps three pounds. A fine fish for all that and Florence thrilled at landing it.
“And yet,” she thought, as they rounded a rocky point to cut across a gap to a small rocky island beyond, “there must be a fifteen pounder somewhere, just must be.”