' For a few
moments he forgets her; his mind has gone wandering again. 'Barbara, the
house seems so empty. Where are Billy and Karl?'
'Billy is where Karl is, you may be sure.'
'And where is Karl?'
'He is where Billy boy is, you may be sure.'
'And where are they both?'
'Not far from where Barbara is, you bet.' She flutters to the window and
waves her hand. 'Do you hear Karl's flute? They have been down all the
morning at the pool where the alder is, trying to catch that
bull-trout.'
'They didn't get him, I'll swear!'
'You can ask them.'
'I spent a lot of my youth trying to get that bull-trout. I tumbled in
there sixty years ago.'
'I tumbled in sixty minutes ago! It can't be the same trout, dear.'
'Same old rascal!'
Billy and Karl come in by the window, leaving a fishing-rod outside.
They are gay, careless, attractive youths.
BARBARA, with her nose in the air, 'You muddy things!'
COLONEL, gaily firing his dart, 'Did you get the bull-trout, Billy boy?'
BILLY. 'He's a brute that.'
COLONEL. 'He is, you know.'
BILLY. 'He came up several times and had a look at my fly.
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