. Two girls on a barge. e salt shed wall; and thebrown canal flowed gently round four Water Babieseyeing each other with a certain curiosity as theydrifted out of London silently. 18 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE CHAPTER II T)AST the salt sheds and the iron crane, wherethe heavy barges sank still lower in the water,slowly punted by a Bargee out into the sunset. Sowe started. And presently the boat diverged as if eager tobe harnessed to the big horse that stood tall andbrown among the children on the towing-path,where cockney fishers fished in shoals with thepertinacity of fishers, taking no refusal. So
. Two girls on a barge. e salt shed wall; and thebrown canal flowed gently round four Water Babieseyeing each other with a certain curiosity as theydrifted out of London silently. 18 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE CHAPTER II T)AST the salt sheds and the iron crane, wherethe heavy barges sank still lower in the water,slowly punted by a Bargee out into the sunset. Sowe started. And presently the boat diverged as if eager tobe harnessed to the big horse that stood tall andbrown among the children on the towing-path,where cockney fishers fished in shoals with thepertinacity of fishers, taking no refusal. Some-thing unusual was stirring. There was expectationin the little group upon the bank, and the small sonof the barge, that mite of seven summers, sat astridethe big brown horse as accredited possessor andshowman of the novelty. The new lights whichthis position threw on his horizon were by nomeans lost to Albert, who trailed the barge afterhim beside the towing-path with the air of bringingsomething of general 2o TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE Seems like a Teaparty ! was the conclusion ofthe towing-path, summed up last by three on thePaddingtonian standpoint, formed by the flat topof one of the projecting cubes of that row of houseswhich keeps an eye on the canal as it goes out ofLondon. Chance for a sketch, said a voice, an artisticvoice, close by. < Three people in a barge, threefigures on a wall; title A Mutual in the sun setting behind the trees on theisland there, and you have—a canal effect. Metropolitan, but rather sweet, drawled theCadet, with his elbows on the bulwark. We were all leaning on the bulwark in more orless receptive attitudes, waiting for ideas of bargelife to come along the bank. For London hadalready closed into itself, and might have been ahundred years away. And other barges passed,with the flitting hedges and the moving banks, butthey were only shadows that grew real in a briefGood-night to the helmsman aft, and dis-appeared, closi
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