You provide the bait and tackle.
That's fair, isn't it?
Right.

Be on hand at my dock at one o'clock.
Morning." He walked off.

Neither of us had thought of the tide--he, probably, not realizing that high water was an important factor, and I being too much agitated by what he had said about Mother, and the suddenness with which the fishing trip was planned, to think calmly of anything.
That week was a strange one to me, and the first of many strange ones.
My manner of life was changing, although I did not realize it and although the change came through no effort of my own.

Our house, which had been so long almost a hermitage, if a home containing four persons might be called that, was gradually becoming a social center.

Matilda Dean had called once a week regularly for some time and this particular week Captain Jed came with her.