On'y a few fish'." "You never mind about that! Jump in, Mr Marston.

Who's going to pole ?" "Nay, I'll pole," said Dave.

"If yow mean to go we may as well get theer i' good time; but I don't think it's worth the trouble." "Get out! It's rare good fun, Mr Marston; sometimes we get lots of fish." "I'm all expectation," said Marston as Dave smiled the tight smile, which made his mouth look like a healed-up cut; and, taking the pole, began to send the punt over the clear dark water.

"Shall we find any of those curious fish my men caught in the river the other day ?" "What curious fish were they ?" asked Dick.
"Well, to me they seemed as if so many young eels had grown ashamed of being so long and thin, and they had been feeding themselves up and squeezing themselves short, so as to look as like tench as possible." "Oh, I know what you mean!" cried Tom.

"Eel-pouts! they're just about half-way between eels and tench." "Nay, yow wean't catch them here," said Dave oracularly.