"I say, Gadsby," said Mr. Smith, as he entered a fishmonger's with a lot of tackle in his hand, "I want you to give me some fish to take home with me. Put them up to look as if they'd been caught today, will you?"
"Certainly, sir. How many?"
"Oh, you'd better give me three or four—mackerel. Make it look decent in quantity without appearing to exaggerate, you know."
"Yes, sir. You'd better take salmon, tho."
"Why? What makes you think so?"
"Oh, nothing, except that your wife was here early this morning and said if you dropped in with your fishing-tackle I was to persuade you to take salmon, if possible, as she liked that kind better than any other."
BELLEVILLE—"Is Glenshaw getting ready for the fishing season?"
BUTLER—"Well, I saw him buying an enlarging device for his camera."