His, however, was a big one, much the biggest of the six, and he had a glorious time landing it.
He fished as he appeared to do everything else, with intense earnestness and determination.

He evidently considered the struggle a sort of personal disagreement between the fish and himself and, as usual, intended to have his way.

He succeeded after a while, and announced that he had not enjoyed anything as much since arriving in Denboro.
His daughter also seemed to be enjoying herself.

She was quite as good a fisher as her father, and, when the sport was over, and we reeled in our lines preparatory to starting for home, rallied him not a little at having been the least successful of the party.

He took her teasing good-naturedly.
"You think it is quite a feat to get the better of your old dad, don't you, my lady," he observed.
"Of course I do.