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and if people swear inwardly it is greatly to be 

 feared the unfortunate deacon will have to report 

 hereafter one of the commandments broken on that 

 occasion. 



" Come," he said, " we will go home ; another 

 time perhaps I can have a little luck. I used to 

 think there was something like skill in fishing, but 

 there does not appear to be in catching these misera- 

 ble little fish." 



" Why, my last one must have weighed two 

 pounds." 



"Two pounds! Not an ounce over one. I have 

 had enough for this day, and the sun is remarkably 

 hot." 



" Oh, I cannot go just yet ; here comes another, 

 nearly as large as the last." 



" I insist upon it," Mr, Goodlow continued, having 

 reeled up his line and taken apart his rod. " I will 

 not stay longer^ my horse must be fed, and it is 

 late." 



" When a person comes out fishing," replied Dea- 

 con Hartley, growing irritated, " it is a poor way to 

 be wanting to go home because another catches the 

 fish, especially as I am perfectly willing to divide 

 equally." 



" T^Jiat do you think I care for those puny little 

 fish ? You may keep them all, in welcome." 



" I suppose I may if I wish ; they are mine be- 

 cause I have caught them, or nearly all ; but I will 

 give you half if you will cease grumbling at what 

 you call your luck." 



