'Why, it is a fishing party!' said Wych Hazel. 'I suppose I am the only one who does not know.'
'I will tell you beforehand what to expect. There will be a great deal of walking, a good deal of luncheon, a vast deal of talk, and a number of fishing rods. I shouldn't be surprised if you caught the first fish. The rest will be dinner.'
'And you will reverse that,' said Wych Hazel,—'little dinner and much fish.'
'Depends,' said Rollo. 'I am going to look after Mr. Falkirk, if he is in my neighbourhood.'
'Look after him!—Let him learn how it feels?' she said, with a laugh.
'Not just in that sense,' said Rollo, smiling. 'Only keep him from getting lost in the woods.'
'He has nothing to do in the woods till I come,' said Wych Hazel. 'And I thought you said you were off for a day's fishing?'
'I'll combine two pleasures—if I can.'
'What is the other?' she said, looking at him.
'Woodcraft.'