“I don’t know; how are you going to spend yours?”
“I’m going a-fishing; won’t you go with me?”
“No, I think not,” replied Manly.
“Why? It will be fine sport.”
But Manly shook his head, and replied,—
“I don’t think it such fine sport to hunt the little fishes. I’m sure I shouldn’t like a sharp hook in my mouth. Ugh! To think of being lifted up by a hook fastened in your tongue, or in the roof of your mouth!”
“You’re very tender-hearted all at once,” replied Edgar Williams. “I’ve seen you fishing, many a time.”
“No doubt of it. But I hardly think I shall go again. Father says it is cruel sport; and so it is. Suppose you don’t go, Edgar.”
“Oh yes, but I will. It’s delightful. I’m fond of it above everything.”
“I’ll tell you what I should like to do, if you would go with me,” said Charles Manly.