"Made it."
"How?"
"What do you want to know for? I beat it out of some raw flax."
"And carried it over the mountain, through the snow, winter nights," added his mother.
"You didn't know you were doing it for me," Rufus said laughing as he took the money his brother handed him. But it was a laugh assumed to hide some feeling. "Well, it shall get back to you again somehow, Winthrop. Come — are we ready for this piscatory excursion?"
"For what?" said his mother.
"A Latin word, my dear mother, which I lately picked up somewhere."
"Why not use English?" said his mother.
A general little laugh, to which many an unexpressed thought and feeling went, broke up the conference; and the two fishers set forth on their errand; Rufus carrying the basket and fishing-poles, and Winthrop's shoulder bearing the oars. As they went down in front of the house, little Winifred ran out.
"Governor, mayn't I go?"