God has made so
many beautiful places in this world for man that man is the only
ungrateful creature in it. What's that smoke in the distance?"
"That's the mail-boat, with your newspaper. It will be two hours yet
before it reaches our dock. It has to zigzag to and fro across the
lake. I'm hungry."
"So am I. Let me take the paddle."
The exchange was made, and he sent the canoe over the water rapidly.
Patty eyed him with frank admiration.
"Is there anything you can't do well?"
"A good many things," he acknowledged.
"I should like to know what they are."
Neither spoke again till the canoe glided around the dock and a
landing was made. Warrington strung the fish, and together he and
Patty went toward the kitchen. At seven-thirty the family sat down to
a breakfast of fried bass, and Patty told how the catch had been made.
"He's a better fisherman than you, John."
"Just as you say, Patty. I care not who catches bass, so long as I may
eat them," in humorous paraphrase.
There was no little excitement over the arrival of the mail-boat. They
were all eager to see what the Times had to say.
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