I'm sorry I mended the shirt.

Not but that I was fortunate to find something that would make him go, but a shirt's such a childish thing to fuss about.

And, anyway, I preferred him to leave in a friendly, conventional sort of way!" There are times, alas, when even fish are perverse! Thoroughly out of patience, Diane presently unjointed her rod, emptied the can of worms upon the bank, and returned to camp, where she found Johnny industriously piling up a heap of litter.
"What are you going to do with these ?" demanded Diane, indicating an eccentric woodland broom and a rake of forked twigs and twine.

"Throw them out ?" Johnny nodded.
"Well, I guess you're not!" sniffed Diane indignantly.

"They're mighty convenient.