Meadowlark Prairie countess

maggie could not help the caterwaul of laughter that slammed through her. "oh lass! yew really ain't made for the water!"
but her ribbing was good-natured; by and by the beauty caught two fish more and then retreated to the bank. maggie offered two in polecat's direction.
"never moind, never fret!" she said with a chipper grin. "bet yew 'ave better luck at 'untin' down deer an' the like. not for me!"