"What are you doing?" called Paul.
"Oh, just getting some odd scenes here and there of farm work. Mr.
Pertell wants to work them into some of the plays. There are some men
spraying a potato patch over in the next field, to get rid of the
bugs. I'm going to make a scene of that."
"All right. Good luck!" called Alice, pleasantly. "And, if you like,
you can take a fishing scene. Paul and I are going to catch some for
supper."
"All right, I'll film you on the way back," laughed Russ.
It was a pleasant summer afternoon, and the bank where Alice and Paul
took their places was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
"The fish ought to bite well to-day," observed Paul, when he had
"rigged up" an outfit for Alice.
"Why is to-day better than any other day?" she asked.
"Because the wind is right. 'When the wind's in the west, the fish
bite best,' is an old saying. Sandy reminded me of it when I started
out to-day."
They tossed in their hooks, and then waited. The water a little way
below the eddy flowed over white stones, flecked here and there with
green moss. The stream made a pleasant sound, and formed an
accompaniment to the songs of the birds which flitted in and out of
the willow trees that lined the stream.
At the foot of the bank, on which sat the two fishers, ran the deep
eddy, silent, and whirling about in a circular motion, caused by the
impact of the brook against the shore, the waters being forced back
on themselves.
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