sumably--momentarily rainbowing the
wood.

"Yes--sure--that Parmachene belle
is the girl, Dad! If--if there's a trout in
the stream, she'll put the 'come hither!'@
on it."

"Bah! Likening a trout-fly to a girl!
So like his 'nickum' impudence!" Pem's
teeth--in her present mood--came together
with a snap. And, of course, she
couldn't see the gnat's raft when she arrived
at the stagnant puddle, for she had
borrowed the gnat's sting with which to
barb the snub which she meant to inflict,
some time, upon that angling youth who
had sat, unabashed, in the Devil's Chair,--if
ever luck held out a chance.

"Yes--yes! and if he had played Jack
at a Pinch forty-eleven million times, I'd
do it." Her eyes were flashing now like
the sky-dots in the pool, forked by iridescent
shadows. "So--so here's where
they have their camp," craning her neck
for a glimpse of a log-cabin amid the
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