You and your yes, Jerry," said Mr. Cruncher, taking a bite out of his bread-and-butter, and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer. "Ah! I think so. I believe you." ¡¡¡¡"You are going out to-night?" asked his decent wife, when he took another bite. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, I am." ¡¡¡¡"May I go with you, father?" asked his son, briskly. ¡¡¡¡"No, you mayn't. I'm a going- as your mother knows- a fishing. That's where I'm going to. Going a fishing." ¡¡
¡¡"Your fishing-rod gets rayther rusty; don't it, father?" ¡¡¡¡"Never you mind." ¡¡¡¡"Shall you bring any fish home, father?" ¡¡¡¡"If I don't, you'll have short commons, to-morrow," returned that gentleman, shaking his head; "that's questions enough for you; I ain't a going out, till you've been long abed."
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