I've washed and drained most of these worms.

Will you lend me an inch or so of that stout invertebrate climbing out of the can by you ?" Thoroughly out of patience, Diane reeled in her line and returned to camp, whence she presently heard Philip blithely whistling a fisherman's hornpipe and urging Nero to retrieve certain sticks he had thrown into the river.

A little later he caught a sunfish and swung into camp with such a smile of irresistible pride and good humor on his sun-browned face, that Diane laughed in spite of herself.
"How ridiculous it is!" she mused uncomfortably.

"Here I may not depart for fear a happy-go-lucky young man will play a tin whistle on the steps of the van, and I will not go home.

What in the world am I to do with him?
Are you an orphan ?" she asked with guileful curiosity.
"No," said Philip.
"I'm sorry," said Diane maliciously.