“Bother the old fish!”
“Yes; they won’t bite.”
“It’s no good, Perry; they are having their siesta. Let’s get in the shade and have one too.”
“What! in the middle of the day – go to sleep? No, thank you. I’m not a foreigner.”
“More am I; but you come and live out here for a bit, and you’ll be ready enough to do as the Romans – I mean the Spaniards – do.”
“Not I, Cyril, and I don’t believe fish do go to sleep.”
“What? Why, I’ve seen them lie in shoals here, perfectly still; basking in the hot sunshine, fast asleep.”
“With their eyes shut?”
“Gammon! Fish can’t shut their eyes.”
“Then they can’t go to sleep. – My! it is hot. I shan’t fish any more.”