"No, they ain't they're animals, broke in a third.
"But, sir, they are stuck fast there and can't move," said the elderly gentleman.
"I know that but they reach out with those whiskers and grab stuff and feed themselves that way."
"Well, that's the first time I ever heard of anything feedin' itself with its whiskers."
One of the young women looked at the sheepshead aquarium and murmured: "What long bills they have." Her escort smiled in a knowing way and said: "That is not a bill; that is a proboscis, I believe. I wish I had a hook and line."
A Columbian guard said he was tired of hearing the same old jokes, for nearly every young man who came in with a girl said: "When I come back here I'll bring a hook and line."
They finished the day here, and wearied with the noise and tumult of the streets were glad to find rest in their rooms when evening came.
"NEXT TIME I'LL BRING A HOOK AND LINE."
The sweetness of this rural family was nowhere better to be seen than when they were resting at home in the evening after the fatiguing experiences of the day.