Walpole's courage in the face of the widest skepticism is nowhere more daring than in The Golden Scarecrow, a collection of sympathetic sketches for grown-ups, of episodes in the lives of ten children all living about a quiet old square in London.hunder!" or "God stir your slumbers!" when he thought any one very stupid. He said this last one day to Mrs. Lasher, and of course she was very much astonished. She did not from the first like him at all. Mr. Pidgen and Mr. Lasher had been friends at Cambridge and had not met one another since, and every one knows that that is a dangerous basis for the renewal of friendship. They had a little dispute on the very afternoon of Mr. Pidgen's arrival, when Mr. Lasher asked his guest whether he played golf. "God preserve my soul! No!" said Mr. Pidgen. Mr. 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. Lasher, "I'm afraid no one could call me a moneyed pig with any justice--more's the pity--and a game of golf to me is--"
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