One day, however, Laura Thurston had a headache, and Hattie Chapman stayed at home to take care of her; so Burnham and Salsbury had to amuse themselves alone. They took their boat and idled about the waters inside the point, dozing under an awning, smoking, gaping, and wishing that headaches were out of fashion, while the taciturn and tarry skipper instructed the dignified and urbane Thomas in the science of trolling for blue-fish. At length Ned tossed his cigar-end overboard and braced himself for an effort. "I say, Charlie," said he, "this sort of thing can't go on forever, you know. I've been thinking lately." "Phenomenon!" replied Charlie; "and what have you been thinking about?" "Those girls. We've got to choose." "Why? Isn't it well enough as it is?" "Yes--so far. But I think, aw, that we don't quite do them justice. They're _grands partis_, you see. I hate to see clever girls wasting themselves on society, waiting and waiting, and we fellows swimming about just like fish around a hook that isn't baited properly." Charley raised himself upon his elbow. "You don't mean to tell me, Ned, that you have matrimonial intentions?" "Oh, no! Still, why not? We've all got to come to it some day, I suppose." "Not yet, though. It is a sacrifice we can escape for some years yet." "Yes--of course--some years; but we may begin to look about us a bit. I'm, aw, I'm six and twenty, you know." "And I'm very near that. I suppose a fellow can't put off the yoke too long. After thirty chances aren't so good. I don't know, by Jove! but what we ought to begin thinking of it." "But it _is_ a sacrifice. Society must lose a fellow, though, one time or another. And I don't believe we will ever do better than we can now." "Hardly, I suspect." "And we're keeping other fellows away, maybe. It is a shame!" Thomas ran his line in rapidly, with nothing on the hook. "Cap'n Hull," he said, gravely, "I had the biggest kind of a fish then I'm sure; but d'rectly I went to pull him in, sir, he took and let go." "Yaas," muttered the taciturn skipper, "the biggest fish allers falls back inter the warter." "I've been thinking a little about this matter, too," said Charlie, after a pause, "and I had about concluded we ought to pair off. But I'll be confounded if I know which is the best! They're both nice girls." "There isn't much choice," Ned replied. "If they were as different, now, as you and me, I'd take the blonde, of course, aw, and you'd take the brunette. But Hattie Chapman's eyes are blue, and her hair isn't black, you know, so you can't call her dark, exactly." "No more than Laura is exactly light. Her hair is brown more than golden, and her eyes are hazel. Hasn't she a lovely complexion, though? By Jove!" "Better than Hattie's. Yet I don't know but Hattie's features are a little the best." "They are. Now, honest, Ned, which do you prefer? Say either; I'll take the one you don't want. I haven't any choice." "Neither have I."