"Come
along. I've got an extra line and hooks in my pocket, and we can cut
a pole along the stream. Come along."
He did not see Miss Dixon, who was behind him, but she saw Alice and
heard what was said. For a minute she paused, and then, with a rather
vindictive look on her face, turned back.
"Alice!" called Ruth, "I'm not sure father would want you to go. It
is getting near supper time."
"Oh, you tell him I just had to go, Ruth dear!"
Mr. DeVere, with Sandy and Mr. Pertell, had gone on ahead.
Ruth shrugged her shoulders. There was little she could do with
Alice, once the younger girl had set her mind on anything. And,
really, there was no harm in going fishing with Paul. The favorite
spot was not far from the farmhouse, and within view of it.
"It's fine of you to come!" said Paul, as he walked along over the
meadow with the laughing, brown-eyed girl. "I'm sure we'll have good
luck."
"I'm never very lucky at fishing," said Alice. "But I'll watch you."
"No, you've got to fish, too. I'll cut you a light pole."
"And will you bait my hook--I don't like to do that."
"Surely I will."
They walked on, chatting of many things, and as they reached the
fishing hole--a deep eddy on the overhanging bank of which they could
sit--they saw Russ Dalwood, with his camera, going along the opposite
bank.
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