THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"But I don't want to go back for breakfast; I want to go on and fish,"
"You've done nothing but complain since we started, so we'd better go back."
"Give me the basket and I'll go fishing alone," she commanded.
"Not at all. I want to go fishing."
"So do I. Please—please, dear Parson, let us go fishing."
He stopped and faced her sternly. "Will you do your part of the work?"
"Yes."
"Will you put up with the discomforts without grumbling?"
"Y-e-s. Can't I give just one little kick?"
He picked up the basket and started off again.
"All right, all right, I won't!" she cried, seizing his arm.
"Very good," said The Parson. "Now we'll go fishing."
They turned and started in the other direction.
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