Harry. Served you right.
Bob. Just my luck!
Harry. Never go into anybody’s melon-patch without your friends.
Fred. No, sir! Greedy boys always get punished.
Dilly. O Harry! what splendid trout! what bouncers!
Harry. Well, you bounce into the kitchen with them, quick; we must have them for dinner.
Dilly. That I will. (Singing.)
“Fishy, fishy, come bite my hook;
You may go captain, and I’ll go cook.”