I mean."

"Now you're just laughing at me, and I won't have it! I could just sit
down and cry! My very first fish!"

"Never mind, Mandy, we'll get him or just as good a one again."

"Never! He'll never bite again. He isn't such a fool."

"Well, they do. They're just like the rest of us. They keep nibbling
till they get caught; else there would be no fun in fishing or in--Now
try another throw--same place--a little farther down. Ah! That was a
fine cast. Once more. No, no, not that way. Flip it lightly and if you
ever get a bite hold your rod so. See? Press the end against your body
so that you can reel your fish in. And don't hurry these big fellows.
You lose them and you lose your fun."

"I don't want the fun," cried Mandy, "but I do want that fish and I'm
going to get him."

"By Jove, I believe you just will!" The young man's dark eyes flashed an
admiring glance over the strong, supple, swaying figure of the girl
at his side, whose every move, as she cast her fly, seemed specially
designed to reveal some new combination of the graceful curves of her
well-knit body.

"Keep flicking there. You'll get him. He's just sulking. If he only
knew, he'd hurry up."

"Knew what?"