They drew the guide boat up onto the meadows and Pritchard, armed with a scoop-net of mesh as fine as mosquito-netting, leaned over the brook and caught one of the grayish flies that were tickling the appetite of the big trout. This fly had a body no bigger than a gnat's. Pritchard handed Gay a box of japanned tin. It was divided into compartments, and each compartment was half full of infinitesimal trout flies. They were so small that you had to use a pair of tweezers in handling them. Pritchard spread his handkerchief on the grass, and Gay dumped the flies out on it and spread them for examination. And then, their heads very close together, they began to hunt for one which would match the live one that Pritchard had caught. "But they're too small," Gay objected. "The hooks would pull right through a trout's lip." "Not always," said Pritchard. "How about this one?" "Too dark," said Gay. "Here we are then--a match or not?" The natural fly and the artificial placed side by side were wonderfully alike. "They're as like as Lee and me," said Gay. "Lee?" "Three of us are triplets," she explained. "We look exactly alike--and we never forgive people who get us mixed up." Pritchard abandoned all present thoughts of trout-fishing by scientific methods. He looked into her face with wonder. "Do you mean to tell me," said he, "that there are two other D-D-Darlings exactly like you?" "Exactly--a nose for a nose; an eye for an eye." "It isn't true," he proclaimed. "There is nobody in the whole world in the least like you." "Some time," said Gay, "you will see the three of us in a row. We shall look inscrutable and say nothing. You will not be able to tell which of us went fishing with you and which stayed at home----" "'This little pig went to market,'" he began, and abruptly became serious. "Is that a challenge?" "Yes," said Gay. "I fling down my gauntlet." "And I," said Pritchard, "step forward and, in the face of all the world, lift it from the ground--and proclaim for all the world to hear that there is nobody like my lady--and that I am so prepared to prove at any place or time--come weal, come woe. Let the heavens fall!" "If you know me from the others," Gay's eyes gleamed, "you will be the first strange young man that ever did, and I shall assign and appoint in the inmost shrines of memory a most special niche for you." Pritchard bowed very humbly. "That will not be necessary," he said. "If I land the three-pounder. In that case, I should be always with you." "I wish," said Gay, "that you wouldn't refer so earnestly to a piece of nonsense. Upon repetition, a joke ceases to be a joke." Pritchard looked troubled. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "If it is the custom of the country to bet and then crawl, so be it. In Rome, I hasten to do as the Romans do. But I thought our bet was honorable and above-board. It seems it was just an--an Indian bet." Gay flushed angrily.