"I had no gridiron there. Couldn't have carried a gridiron in my pocket if I had had one. Here's another"-- "You had not a gridiron, of course." "Nor a pocket either." "But did you eat the trout all alone? without bread, I mean, or anything?" "No; we took bread and salt, and pepper and butter, and a few such things. There were generally a lot of us; or if only two or three we could manage that. The butter was the worst thing to accomplish--Here's another!" "Such beauties!" said Diana. "Well, Mr. Knowlton, if you get _too_ hungry, we'll cook you one at home, you know." "Will you?" said he. "I wish we had salt and bread here! I should like to show you how wood cookery goes, though. But I'll tell you! we'll get Mrs. Starling to let us have it out in the meadow--that won't be bad." Diana thought of her mother's utter astonishment and disapprobation at such a proposal; and there was silence again for a few minutes, while the line hung motionless over the pool, and Diana's eyes watched it movelessly, and the liquid sweetness of the water's talk with the stones was heard,--as one hears things when the senses are strung to double keenness. Diana heard it, at least, and listened to something in it she had never perceived before; something not only sweet and liquid and musical, but in some odd sense admonitory. What did it say? Diana hardly questioned, but yet she heard,--"My peace never changes. My song never dies. Listen, or not listen, it is all the same. You may be in twenty moods in a year. In my depth of content I flow on for ever." A slight rustling of leaves, a slight crackling of stems or branches, brought the eyes of both watchers in another direction; and before they could hear a footfall, they saw, above them on the course of the brook, a figure of a man coming towards them, and Diana knew it was the minister. Swiftly and lightly he came swinging himself along, bounding over obstacles, with a sure foot and a strong hand; till presently he stood beside them. Just then Mr. Knowlton's line was swung up with another trout. Diana introduced the gentlemen to each other. "Fishing?" said the minister. "We have got all there are in this place, I'm thinking," said Knowlton, shutting up his rod. "You _had_ not, two minutes ago," said the other. "What do you judge from? It doesn't do to be so easily discouraged as that." "Discouraged?" said Knowlton. "Not exactly. Let us see. Four, five, six--seven--eight. Eight, out of this little one pool, Mr. Masters. Do you think there are any more?" "I always get all I can out of a thing," said the minister. And his very cheery tone, as well as his very quiet manner, seemed to say he was in the habit of getting a good deal out of everything. "I don't know about that," answered the young officer in another tone. "Doesn't always pay. To stay too long at one pool of a brook, for instance. The brook has other pools, I suppose."