My sister Maggie

Edward Frederic BensonOur Family Affairs 1867-1896, New York, George H. Doran, 1921, p. 68.

..of his capture we had not even seen him, though it is true that we were dredging in the stream in which the otter still failed to make his appearance. My sister Maggie and I then were just emptying out the dredging (butterfly) net thinking we had found no great treasure on the cast, when something stirred in the residuary mud, after we had extracted no more than a caddis worm or two, an dit was he. »With tremoulous rapture we popped him in a jar for transport to the aquarium and overcome with the greatness of the moment (like Paolo and Francesco) we fished no more that day.