“Nothing,” said the Calf, “he never talks when he is fishing; it isn’t considered polite; he says ‘o-o-o-b’ because he can’t help it; all fishes say that, you know.”
And, when Girlie came to think of it, she remembered that her gold fish at home always seemed to be saying “o-o-o-b, o-o-o-b,” when she looked at them swimming about.
“But what is he fishing for?” she asked. “I have never heard of a fish fishing before.”
“‘WHAT IS HE FISHING FOR?’ SHE ASKED.”
“Why shouldn’t a fish fish, as well as a baker bake, or a tailor tail?” asked the Calf.
“But I’ve never heard of tailors tailing before,” said Girlie. “Do they?”
“Certainly they do,” said the Calf; “they retail and coat tail, don’t they?”
“Oh yes, of course,” admitted Girlie; “but what does he fish for?” she persisted, pointing to the fish.
“Compliments,” said the Calf abruptly.