I'd drain the lake if I could--I hate the lake.

There's nothing so gloomy as a lake pent up among barren mountains.

I can't conceive what possessed my people to build our house down here, at the edge of a lake; unless it was the fish, and precious fish it is--pike! I don't know how people digest it--_I_ can't.

I'd as soon think of eating a watchman's pike." "I thought that having travelled so much abroad, you would have acquired a great liking for that kind of scenery, Sir Bale; there is a great deal of it on the Continent, ain't there ?" said Mrs.Bedel.

"And the boating." "Boating, my dear Mrs.Bedel, is the dullest of all things; don't you think so?
Because a boat looks very pretty from the shore, we fancy the shore must look very pretty from a boat; and when we try it, we find we have only got down into a pit and can see nothing rightly.