A New Kind of Bait
After weeks of waiting and longing for the sport, rods, reels, gaff, creel—everything was in readiness for a week’s trout-fishing.
The young wife, smiling joyously, hurried into the room, extending toward her husband some sticky, speckled papers.
“For goodness’ sake,” he exclaimed, “what on earth are you doing with those old fly-papers?”
“I saved them for you from last summer, dear,” she answered. “You know you said you always had to buy flies when you went fishing.”