"They're lying at the bottom as soft as a baby in a cradle," said
Jean. "I could catch them with a skimmer! Gin they don't bite,
maybe I'll try it!"

Jock looked at Jean in amazement.

"You're a braw lassie, Jean Campbell," he said severely, "and you
just telling about Angus Niel!"

"T'was yourself and Sandy here telling about Angus Niel," Jean
answered. "I said nothing at all about him. I'm not afraid of
him, either."

"Good for you!" said the new boy with admiration. "You can have a
turn with my rod. Try it once before you get the skimmer!"

Jean sprang to her feet and took the rod, though she had never
had one like it in her hand before. She made a mighty sweep with
it as she had seen the new boy do, but somehow the fly flew off
in an unexpected direction and caught in a tree, while the line
wound itself in a hopeless snarl around the tip. Jock and Sandy,
who had stood by, green with envy, clapped their hands over their
mouths and danced with mirth.

"It looks easy," said poor Jean mournfully, "but maybe I'd best
stick to the skimmer when I fish."

"Oh, it always does that the first time," said the new boy
comfortingly, as he rescued the fly and straightened out the
line.