And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone. The one thousand one classic short stories stories entails. This is your host John

Hagadorn. Today a story from short story writer Frank Stockton. We've done a

handful of his stories in the past they're always good. You might remember the lady or the

tiger, the magic egg, and the widow's cruise. Just three. I think we've done six or seven of his stories.

At any rate, he has done many many and most of them are very good, including

this one called Plain Fishing. Hope you enjoy it.

Well, sir, said old Peter, as he came out on the porch with his pipe, so you came here to go fishing?

Peter Grews was the owner of the farmhouse where I had arrived that day just before supper time.

He was a short, strong-built old man with a pair of pretty daughters and little gold rings in his ears.

Two things distinguished him from the farmers in the country round about.

One was the rings in his ears, and the other was the large and comfortable house in which he kept his pretty daughters.

The other farmers in that region had fine large barns for their

cattle and horses, but very poor houses for their daughters. Old Peter's earrings were

indirectly connected with his house.

He had not always lived among these mountains.

He had been on the sea, where his ears were decorated, and he had traveled a good deal on land,

where he had ornamented his mind with many ideas which were not in the general

use in the part of the state in which he was born.

His house stood a little back from the high road and if a traveler wished to be entertained, Peter was generally willing to

take him in, provided he had left his wife and family at home. The old man himself

had no objection to wives and children, but his two pretty daughters had.

These young women had waited on their father and myself at supper time, one continually

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