CHAPTER IX. 



PlSC. A good day to you, Sir ; I see you will always be 

 stirring before me. 



VIAT. Why, to tell you the truth, I am so allured with 

 the sport I had yesterday, that I long to be at the river 

 again ; and when I heard the wind sing in my chamber- 

 window, could forbear no longer, but leap out of bed, and 

 had just made an end of dressing myself as you came in. 



PlSC. Well, I am both glad you are so ready for the day, 

 and that the day is so fit for you ; and look you, I have 

 made you three or four flies this morning ; this silver twist 

 hackle, this bear's dun, this light brown, and this dark brown, 

 any of which I dare say will do ; but you may try them all, 

 and see which does best ; only I must ask your pardon that 

 I cannot wait upon you this morning, a little business being 



