"Eating this trout will be the next best thing to pulling it in,
Theo," said Mr. Croyden. "I only wish you might have had that
pleasure, too."
"I shall be pretty glad to eat the trout, sir," Theo declared
promptly.
"We shall let Franz get to work cooking it then, right away, so to
have it ready for your dinner," Dr. Swift said, passing out with the
fish in his hand.
After the Doctor had gone Theo looked up into Mr. Croyden's face.
"I suppose you are dreadfully tired after your tramp," he remarked.
"I? Oh, no," was the instant answer. "Why?"
"I--I--don't know," faltered Theo. "I just wondered."
"Wondered what?"
"Whether after dinner you would be too tired to come in and talk to me
a little while?"
"No, indeed. I'd be glad to come," responded Mr. Croyden. "I'll come
and tell you all about our trip."
"If you don't mind I'd rather you'd leave that to Dad, and instead
tell me some more about china-making," Theo said naively.
Mr. Croyden seemed vastly amused at the remark.
"Bless my soul! What a boy you are," he said. "Of course I am
perfectly willing to talk to you on anything you like. Would you
rather hear about china than anything else?"
"Yes, sir, just now I should," came vigorously from Theo.
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