Discipula. Yes, yes; let us go!
Piscator. Well, scholar, here we are again, after our long tramp. You see I am a better land-pilot than you just now took me to be; for I have brought us out to the right spot; more by token, yonder is the boat, safe and sound. I am afraid you are fatigued with our long travels?
Discipula. Not much; but I would like to sit down on the green carpet, under this shade, for a few minutes.
Piscator. It must be, at the least, four of the clock; and although your nature, my fair young lady, is probably too ethereal to think of such homely matters, I do not profess mine to be such, and am ready to acknowledge, that a little dinner would not be unacceptable.
Discipula. Unacceptable? No; but where are we to get it?
Piscator. I always bring with me, on my excursions, a hand-basket, containing——
Discipula. Why in the world!—why didn’t you let me know that before? Let us have it as quick as possible!
Piscator. It is in the boat, and if you will remain a moment, I will bring it up here.
Discipula. Oh yes, do! And be quick, my good master!—as quick as you can!
Piscator. Nimble as any page, that waits on lady bright. Here we have the provisions; and if we could manage to find something for a table-cover, we might dispense with knives and—— Right, scholar, put your hand into the basket and help yourself.