There was something out of the common about this poor old man and
Glory Goldie was anxious to win his approval.

"You may take the fish of and stick the worms on the hooks, if you
like," said she, "and you can have all the tackle and everything."

"Thanks," returned the old man. "But I'll not deprive you of your
pleasure."

Glory Goldie was determined not to go until she had thought out a
way of satisfying him.

"Would you like me to come and call for you every morning," she
asked him, "so that we could draw up the lines together and divide
the catch--you to get half, and I half?"

Then the old man stopped chopping and rested on his axe. He turned
his strange, half-dead eyes toward the child, and the shadow of a
smile crossed his face.

"Ah, now you put out the right bait!" he said. "That proposition
I'll not say no to."


AGRIPPA

The little girl was certainly a marvel! When she was only ten years
old she could manage even Agrippa Prästberg, the sight of whom was
enough to scare almost any one out of his wits.