120 MOSTLY ABOUT TROUT 



air and fast-falling dew. Bats, softly flitting 

 out of the velvety darkness of a summer's night, 

 attracted by the bicycle lamps or by the flying 

 insects shown up thereby ; supper at the inn ; 

 a last pipe, and a talk over the incidents of a 

 long summer's day, ending with that wonderful 

 evening rise. And so to bed, very tired, very 

 sleepy and filled with deep contentment. 



