"As soon as you have done that, Sam, run down to Mrs. Dipper's, and maybe she can give you something dry to put on while your clothes can be hung out."
Silence on Sam's part.
"Have you almost finished that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then run off, Sam! Make haste to Mrs. Dipper's and get yourself dry and don't come back till you are quite dry, Sam."
Sam finished his piece of work, flung down the line, and with a grateful "Thank you, Miss Daisy!" set off at a bound. Daisy watched him running at full speed down the brook till he was out of sight.
"Has he done it?" said Preston returning. "The rascal hasn't put any bait on. However, Daisy, it's no use coaxing the trout in this place at present and I haven't found any other good spots for some distance up; suppose we have our lunch and try again?"
"Oh, yes!" said Daisy. "The other basket is down by my fishing-place it's just as pleasant there, Preston."
They went back to the basket, and a very convenient huge rock was found on the edge of the brook, which would serve for table and seats too, it was so large and smooth. Preston took his place upon it, and Daisy at the other end with the basket began to unpack.
"Napkins?" said Preston "you have no right to be so luxurious on a fishing party."