JEFF AND CHARLEY FISHING BEFORE BREAKFAST.
"No use, Charley. We might as well go home to breakfast."
"We got here early enough."
"I don't believe there's a trout in the brook."
"If there are any, they don't bite worms early in the morning any more'n they do any other time."
Charley looked mournfully down at his float, as it lopped wearily over on one side. The water of the little pool below the foot-bridge over the trout brook was as smooth as a looking-glass, and the float had not so much as wiggled since he dropped it in.
"I don't care much for trout, Jeff."
"I'd rather have some breakfast."
"And after that we'll take the boat, and go out on the pond. We've dug a pile of worms."