THE BAD PENNY AGAIN
Verinder strolled down to the river bank, where Joyce was fishing from the shore in a tentative fashion.
"I say, Miss Seldon, aren't you breaking the Sabbath?" he asked from the bank above, smiling down upon her with an attempt at archness.
She flashed at him over her shoulder a smile that had all the allure of lovely youth. "I'm only bending it. I haven't caught a single fish."
"Bending it! Oh, I say, that's rather rippin', you know."
She nodded her golden head. "Thanks."
"Casting is a horrid bore. You should be a fisher of men," he told her fatuously.
"If I could be sure I wouldn't catch one. But if I happened to, what would I do with him?"
"Do with him! Why, it depends on who you catch. If he's undersize unhook him gently and throw him back into the river. What!"
The gay smile, flashed sideways at him, was a challenge. "But it isn't always so easy to unhook them, I'm told."