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Her pleasure is far more enduring than that of the bathers in the lasher up stream, and she has an enormous advantage over the contemplative man trying to lie on the grass and enjoy nature, for he really is not enjoying nature. The pleasures of lying on the grass are chiefly those of imagination. You cannot get into a truly comfortable position.
I met the pack all right, and I guess they wished I hadn't. Here's some of the fresh venison. I hung up most of it so we could get it later. Then we made a breakfast on part of what I was lugging home," Jerry went on. "We?" remarked Frank, inquiringly. "Of course. Andy Lasher and myself." "Andy Lasher!
Fancy talking all the afternoon! Well!" No one had noticed Hugh. He, however, had understood Mr. Pidgen better than Mr. Lasher did. This conversation aroused in Hugh, for various reasons, the greatest possible excitement. He would have liked to have asked Mr. Pidgen many questions.
Lasher pulled furiously at his pipe and Mr. Pidgen stood up by the fire with his short fat legs spread wide and his mouth smiling, but his eyes vexed and rather indignant. "My dear Pidgen," said Mr. Lasher, "you misunderstand me, you do indeed! I don't believe that dreaming ever did any good to any man!" "It's only produced some of the finest literature the world has ever known," said Mr. Pidgen.
So I'll say now," and his face brightened with a smile, as though here at all events were a matter where the bitter laws of change could work no cruelties, "it has been really good to see you again." Certain excellent memories were busy with them both Nuneham and Sanford Lasher and the Cherwell under its overhanging branches.
Lasher then explained that playing golf made one thin, hungry and self-restrained. Mr. Pidgen said that he did not wish to be the first or last of these, and that he was always the second, and that golf was turning the fair places of England into troughs for the moneyed pigs of the Stock Exchange to swill in. "My dear Pidgen!" cried Mr.
A very remarkable fact about Mr. Lasher was this that he paid no attention whatever to the county in which he lived. Now there are certain counties in England where it is possible to say, "I am in England," and to leave it at that; their quality is simply English with no more individual personality.
They seem to be matchmakers of the most virulent sort. They boldly ask me if I am going to marry the doctor, and when, the poor silly things, and if I deny the impeachment they bring forth little smiles of unbelief. When I showed my last stocking to Granny Lasher she announced that it was much too small. "Didn't yer ever look at the big feet o' he?" she asked. "The big feet of who?"
The captain, fearing lest by one of the accidents of battle the great admiral should lose his footing, sent aloft a man with a lasher, and had a turn or two taken around his body in the shrouds, so that he might not fall if wounded; for the shots were flying thick.
"Well, I'm sure, Mas sir," opined Mr. Lasher at length; "if there's any one as has got into his right rut, so to speak, in this world, it's you. I always said you was a born soldier." "Ah then you've heard that I've got my commission?" inquired Jem airily, as if he had had many such in bygone years. "Oh yes, sir! Miss Dora it was that told me." Somehow this caused a little silence.
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