" Can you do it ! "

" Yes, sir." The gaff was in, and the great, fiapping
fish in the boat, and Rose pretty well splashed with
water as Tom cleverly lifted his prey on the gaff-hook.
" A twenty-pounder, Mr. Lyndsay, sure I "

" Well, Rose, how do you like itt "

" Oh, papa, it is splendid !

" Where are we going ! " she added, as the canoe
was run ashore.
" The men will put the fish under a bush, to be out
of the sun ; and now, what were you about to ask f I
saw a question ready in your eyes."

" I wish, papa — I wish I did not think the fish had
a dreadful time. I have to think of pleasure holding
the rod and tragedy at the end of the line."

"Upon my word, Rose, you are emphatic. I can
assure you, my dear, that you may safely keep your
emotional statements for another occasion.
"Let me tell you something. Once when fishing
on the Nipigon, I saw an odd-looking, very large trout.
He rose every time I cast, and at last took the flv.
