Our Friend Briggs contemplates a Day's Fishing.—He is here supposed to be getting his tackle in order, and trying the management of his running line.
Robson. "Do you think fishes can hear?"
Dobson. "I should hope not. Listen to old Smith—he's smashed his rod!"
Lambertson (who is nervous, and weighs about a cart-load of bricks, to Dapperton, who has just nipped across, and weighs about nine stone nothing). "Oh, yes! All very fine for you to say, 'Don't dwell on it.' B—B—BUT——"