Grant.—Then I shall employ the intervening time in repose.
Author.—And I shall follow your good example.
The very profound sleep into which we both of us sank, was at length interrupted by the return of Clifford with a beautiful dish of fresh trouts.
Clifford.—You lazy fellows! See what a glorious morning’s work I have had while you have been snoring away like a couple of tailors. Look how large and how fine they are! There is one now, twice as big as any that was killed last night.
Author.—We are certainly greatly obliged to you for quitting your couch so early in order to procure us so luxurious a breakfast.
Clifford.—I don’t think that either of you deserve to share in it, though in truth you are already sufficiently punished for your indolence by missing the fine sport I have had, and therefore I shall act towards you with true Christian charity. Come then, my girl, get your fire up and your frying-pan in order, and I’ll stand cook.
Grant.—You must have had a delicious morning of it.
Clifford.—Charming! The effect of the sunrise on the lake was enchanting, and the jumping of the trouts around me perfectly miraculous.
Grant.—I am surprised that you could tear yourself away so soon.
Clifford.—I believe I should have been there for some hours to come, had not my barefooted boatman told me that it was time to get on shore, for that the clouds which we saw heaping themselves up to the westward, threatened to discharge a storm upon us.