4 THE JOXATHAX PAPERS 



it is not a thing to be argued about. It is 

 temperamental, it is in the blood, or it is not. 

 Jonathan and I always want to. 



Once it was almost the end of April, and 

 we had been wanting to ever since March 

 had gone out like a lion for in some parts 

 of New England a jocose legislature has 

 arranged that the trout season shall begin 

 on April Fool s Day. Those who try to 

 catch trout on April first understand the 

 joke. 



&quot;Jonathan,&quot; I said over our coffee, &quot;have 

 you noticed the weather to-day? 



&quot; Um-m-pleasant day,&quot; he murmured ab 

 stractedly from behind his newspaper. 



&quot;Pleasant! Have you felt the sunshine? 

 Have you smelt the spring mud? I want to 

 roll in it!&quot; 



Jonathan really looked up over his paper. 

 &quot;Do!&quot; he said, benevolently. 



&quot;Jonathan, let s run away!&quot; 



&quot;Can t. There s a man coming at &quot; 



&quot;I know. There s always a man coming. 

 Tell him to come to-morrow. Tell him you 

 are called out of town.&quot; 



&quot;But you have a lot of things to-day too 



