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"Yes," said Norah, flushing a little guiltily--the natural impulse to tell all
about their friend the Hermit was so strong. "We had a lovely day, and

caught ever so many fish--didn’t get home till ever so late. The only bad
part was finding you away when we got back."

"Well, T’m glad you had good luck, at any rate," Mr. Linton said. "So
Anglers’ Bend is keeping up its reputation, eh? We’ll have to go out there, T

think, Norah; what do you say about it? Would you and Billy like a three
days’ jaunt on fishing bent?"

"Oh, it would be glorious, Daddy! Camping out?"

"Well, of course--since we’d be away three days. Tn this weather it would
be a very good thing to do, T think."

"You are a blessed Daddy," declared his daughter rubbing her cheek against
his shoulder. "T never knew anyone with such beautiful ideas." She jigged

on her seat with delight. "Oh, and, Daddy, T’ll be able to put you on to such
a splendid new hole for fishing!"

"Will you, indeed?" said Mr. Linton, smiling at the flushed face. "That’s
good, dear. But how did you discover it?"

Norah’s face fell suddenly. She hesitated and looked uncomfortable.

"Oh," she said slowly; "T--we--found it out last trip."

"Well, we’ll go, Norah--as soon as T can fix it up," said her father. "And
now, have you heard anything about the Winfield murderer?"

"Not a thing, Daddy. Brownie thinks it’s just a yarn that he was seen about
here."

"Oh, T don’t think so at all," Mr. Linton said. "A good many people have the

idea, at any rate--of course they may be wrong. T’m afraid Brownie is rather
too ready to form wild opinions on some matters. To tell the truth, T was