THE GIRL: Yes; it was so amusing. I don't know when I've enjoyed such a hearty joke. How did you come to fall in?
THE FELLOW: I didn't come to fall in. I came to fish.
THE GIRL: I also saw that man with the camera over in your camp.
What was he dojng?
THE FELLOW: Oh, he was a moving picture man from New York. He was taking moving pictures of our cheese.
THE GIRL: Preposterous! Have you caught any fish since you came?
THE FELLOW: Only a dog-fish, with a litter of puppies.
THE GIRL: (With wide-open eyes.) How interesting! What did you do with them?
THE FELLOW: We made frankfurter sausages out of the little ones, and we are using the big one to guard the camp.
THE GIRL: To guard the camp?
THE FELLOW: Yes—it's a watch-dog fish.