Sinopsis

“Bother the old fish!” “Yes; they won’t bite.” “It’s no good, Perry; they are having their siesta. Let’s get in the shade and have one too.” “What! in the middle of the day—go to sleep? No, thank you. I’m not a foreigner.” “More am I; but you come and live out here for a bit, and you’ll be ready enough to do as the Romans—I mean the Spaniards—do.” “Not I, Cyril, and I don’t believe fish do go to sleep.” “What? Why, I’ve seen them lie in shoals here, perfectly still; basking in the hot sunshine, fast asleep.” “With their eyes shut?” “Gammon! Fish can’t shut their eyes.”