human
Why, where are the fish? she cried--
gpt
Eh?
human
The fish, sir--the fish. I've got a beautiful fire, and the lard ready in the pan. I want to go on cooking while you both have a good wash. You told me that you would be sure to bring home a lot of trout for your supper, and I haven't prepared anything else.
gpt
Bless my heart! So I did, said Uncle Paul.
human
Here, Pickle, where are those trout?
gpt
Ah, uncle, he cried,
human
Ah, well; ah, well, said the landlady,
gpt
I suppose you couldn't help it. I have had gentlemen staying here to fish before now, and it's been a basketful one day and a basket empty the next. Fish are what the Scotch call very kittle cattle. Never mind, my dear, she continued to Rodd.
human
Better luck next time. Fortunately I have got plenty of eggs, and there's the ham waiting for me to cut off some more rashers.