. Two girls on a barge. , we responded,breezily. We have been wanting you. Albertwas round here earlier, and must have slipped thebolt; the door wont open any way. We did notbreathe a word about the sound ; we would haverather died. Well, then, they must force the door. Therewas nothing easier, but 1 Hullo—whats that ? said the Cadet, with astartled air. What was it? The sound, scraping in thebows again. 1 That noise came before, I said unconcernedly. Here, I say, who is there ? What are youdoing ? Who the dickens are you ? The Cadethad a good deep pair of lungs and did not mindusing them. All
. Two girls on a barge. , we responded,breezily. We have been wanting you. Albertwas round here earlier, and must have slipped thebolt; the door wont open any way. We did notbreathe a word about the sound ; we would haverather died. Well, then, they must force the door. Therewas nothing easier, but 1 Hullo—whats that ? said the Cadet, with astartled air. What was it? The sound, scraping in thebows again. 1 That noise came before, I said unconcernedly. Here, I say, who is there ? What are youdoing ? Who the dickens are you ? The Cadethad a good deep pair of lungs and did not mindusing them. All right, me son, replied a gruff, hearty,wholesome voice from the far end outside. Us isonly mooring up alongside you, and its most too 30 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE dark to see the tackling lines; but usull notdisturb ye. . On the whole it is more satisfactory to have aman on board a vessel of this sort, said Edna asshe turned out the light, * and Im glad they didntgo back to London ! TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 31 CHAPTER III. HE light was com-ing into the pinecabin in redstreaks wherethe boards joined• with a scentof resin and firwoods. It hadrained, batteringthe old tarpaulinin the nightwith impotent in-sistency, and yetthere were pinholes all over it, tiny inquisitive specksthat each had a different expression of sun-lighted impertinence. Everything in this im-promptu shanty had taken tone to match the 32 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE (thinks, and everything was curiously had been picturesque to go to sleep wrapped upin a striped blanket on a dreaming barge, havingfirst discoursed all ordinary common-sense intominutely ragged tassels. And I suppose that it waspicturesque as the grey dawn was creeping up witha cold shiver over the canal that a muffled ghostshould steal out silently and carry off the rugs andcovers from the steamer chairs to supplement theblanket. It, perhaps, was picturesque, as twopoor chilly ghosts were rejoicing in graduallyreturning warmth, and the sense of
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