“Tell that to the fishes,” replied the elder, “when you do get a bite!”
“You saucy jackanapes! how dare you speak to me in this manner?”
“Pray, sir, are you lord of the manor? I'm sure you spoke to us first,” said the younger.
“More than that,” continued his companion. “We are above speaking to you, for you are beneath us!”
The old gentleman, rather nettled at the glibness of the lads, stuck a hook vengefully into an inoffensive worm, and threw his line.
The boys still retained their post, and after many whispered remarks and tittering, the younger thrust his handkerchief into his mouth to smother a burst of irrepressible laughter, while the other, assuming a modest and penitent air, said:
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“What?” demanded the old gentleman sharply.
“Hope you are not offended, sir?”
“Get along with you,” replied the unfortunate angler, irritated at his want of success.