"It is only ten o'clock now--not that.

We shall be tired to death of the woods before we have done with them." "You must try fishing, aunt Felicia," said Preston.
"Yes--a good idea," remarked Mr.Sandford.

"I do not know how the ladies can get along without some sport--ha, ha! There is a boat on the lake--isn't there ?" "They say so," Mr.Randolph returned.

"I have not been there for a long time." "Then I shall take the charge of your entertainment, Mrs.Randolph," Mr.
Sandford went on.

"I shall persuade you to put yourself under my guidance, and let me initiate you into the mysteries of pickerel catching." "I do not think you can persuade me out of the shade--if once I get in it again--" said the lady.
"Why mamma," said Ransom, "pickerel fishing is splendid!" Mr.Randolph looked at Daisy.