Then she left the rod in Sam's hands and went up to see what Preston was doing.

He was some distance higher up the stream.

Slowly and carefully Daisy crept near, till she could see his basket, and find out how much he had in it.

That view loosed her tongue.
"Not one yet, Preston!" she exclaimed.
"Not a bite," said Preston.
"I hadn't either." "I don't believe that there are any fish," said Preston.
"O but Sam said he saw lots of them." "Lots of them! It's the flies then.

Sam!--Hollo, Sam!--Sam!--" "Here, sir," said Sam, coming up the brook.
"Just find me some worms, will you ?--and be spry.