"
"First-rate!" said Preston, aside. "We'll have a good time for
fishing."
"But that will make it very late crossing the river, Mr.
Randolph? will it not?"
"It may."
"There is a moon," said Mrs. Sandford.
"Moon! I hope we are not to be beholden to the moon's good
offices!" exclaimed the other lady. "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. No heat nor shadow too much for
her! With one hand clasped in Nora's, her little face was a
pattern of perfect content; nay, it was full of delighted joy.
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