I asked the landlord of an inn up the river once, if it did not injure him, sometimes, listening to the tales that the fishermen told him; and he said: "Oh, no; not now, sir. It did used to surprise me a bit at first, but me and my wife we listen to them all day now. It's what you get used to, you know. It's what you get used to.
Anyway, one evening we went out for a walk to Wallingford and, coming home, we stopped at a little riverside inn for a rest, and other things.
We went in and sat down. There was an old fellow there, smoking a pipe, and we naturally began chatting.
