102 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



"We have just started out," was the answer. 

 " What have you done ? " 



By way of reply, I put my hand into my coat- 

 pocket, and brought out a handful of small fry ; re- 

 marking that I might have had many more, but that 

 I had been fishing for larger game, and found my 

 flies were too large to do good service. 



This brought a very kind offer on their part to 

 furnish me with a supply of a suitable size : telling 

 them I should probably have no further use for 

 them, thanking them kindly for their offer, and 

 pointing out the direction to the mill-pond, I wished 

 them good luck, and started for the house, which 

 was then in sight. As I entered, I met Charlie T., 

 who said, 



"Well, I see you met the Prince." 



"Met who?" 



" Why, Prince Arthur : that was he and his friend 

 Col. Elphinstone, that you were talking with just 

 now ; that's who I meant by Mr. Arthur and friend. 

 Didn't you know they were here?" 



" No, I did not." 



And so I had been keeping a scion of royalty 

 standing in the rain to hear me expatiate on two- 

 pound trout ! Well, for once the plebeian had the 

 advantage, for my skin was dry, and his must have 

 been a trifle wet; but I imagine it did him little 



