"And carried it over the mountain, through the snow, winter
nights," added his mother.

"You didn't know you were doing it for me," Rufus said
laughing as he took the money his brother handed him. But it
was a laugh assumed to hide some feeling. "Well, it shall get
back to you again somehow, Winthrop. Come -- are we ready for
this piscatory excursion?"

"For what?" said his mother.

"A Latin word, my dear mother, which I lately picked up
somewhere."

"Why not use English?" said his mother.

A general little laugh, to which many an unexpressed thought
and feeling went, broke up the conference; and the two fishers
set forth on their errand; Rufus carrying the basket and
fishing-poles, and Winthrop's shoulder bearing the oars. As
they went down in front of the house, little Winifred ran out.

"Governor, mayn't I go?"

"No!" said Rufus.

"We are going to Point Bluff, Winnie," said Winthrop stopping
to kiss her, -- "and I am afraid you would roll off on one side
while I was pulling up a fish on the other."