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leave it entirely to you." That is the way we always 

 settle that important question when I am here alone. 

 Of course, when the Professor is here, things are 

 quite different, then he rules the roast. 



And so, in spite of wind and despite of weather, 

 I and my little Sancho sallied forth again for further 

 adventures. It was a day; if Friday was bad, 

 Saturday was far, far worse. Sancho valiantly 

 carried my impedimenta. The rain it rained, and 

 the wind it blew, and now and then the sun shone 

 out for a few minutes, and I cast my insect on the 

 troubled waters ; as well may I have cast it on the 

 turnpike road. 



I came at length to the barbed wire, and there 

 was my friend as lively as ever, so I sent my 

 barbed betrayer to look after that Dun in that 

 trout's mouth, and, forgetful of the little game he 

 had played yesterday, he tried it on again to-day. 

 I hooked him, he adopted his old manoeuvre my 

 line and fly came away without the trout, and he is 

 still free to wriggle up against that barbed wire. 

 But Whit Monday is coming, and I don't want to 

 go home without that trout and the fly that is 

 in him. 



We were glad to get out of the rain and into the 

 mansion sacred to fishermen. There we ate our 

 luncheon, and watched the dappled cows across 

 the water. My young philosopher told me all 

 about them. He gave me their names and fighting 

 qualities. " See that cow there, down by the water ? 

 she's called Draper. She's the leader of the lot 



