But Daisy and Preston pushed on briskly, and soon the gurgle of the
brook gave its sweet sound to their ears. They followed up the stream
then, over stones and rocks, and crossing from side to side on trunks of
trees that had fallen across the water; till a part of the brook was
reached far enough back among the hills to be wild and lonely; where the
trout might be supposed to be having a good time.
"Now, Daisy," said Preston, "I think this will do. Can't have a better
place. I'll try and get you to work here."
"And now, how must I manage, Preston?" said Daisy anxiously.
"I'll shew you."
Daisy watched while Preston took out and put together the light rod
which she was to use, and fixed a fly for the bait.
"Do you see that little waterfall, Daisy?"
"Yes."
"And you see where the water curls round just under the fall?"
"Yes."
"That is where you must cast your fly. I should think there must be some
speckled fellows there. What glory, Daisy, if you should catch one!"
"Well, what must I do, Preston?"
"Throw your fly over, so that it may light just there, and then watch;
and if a fish jumps up and catches it, you pull your line away and catch
the fish.
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