You said there were fish there." "Yes, but why 'Little Horn,' pray?
And who calls it so?
I suppose you know that the Big Horn gets its name from the Big Horn, the mountain sheep that once roamed the rocks yonder, and in that sense there's no Little Horn." "Well, 'Little Horn' I call it," said his wife, "and shall.

And if the big stream is the Big Horn, surely the little stream should be the Little Horn.

But what about the fishing?
Is it a go ?" "Well, rather! Get the grub, as your Canadian speech hath it." "My Canadian speech!" echoed his wife scornfully.

"You're just as much Canadian as I am." "And I shall get the ponies.

Half an hour will do for me." "And less for me," cried Mandy, dancing off to her work.
And she was right.