. Two girls on a barge. I have no business to retail it. Whats aboord then, sonny? Pleasure boat, me son. Onlikely cargo that. Never seen the like this way afore and Ivebeen eight and thirty year going up and , why ud sleep till suren o*the morning. Edna, I said suddenly, its nigh on six by thevery latest dandelion clocks. Do you want tosleep till suven o the morning ? Next, it was the Cadet outside forecastingbreakfast with a certain hunger to the prophet onthe roof. By the bye, if we were to keep a pig torun along the towing-path, could Mrs. Bargeecook him, do you think ? Law bles
. Two girls on a barge. I have no business to retail it. Whats aboord then, sonny? Pleasure boat, me son. Onlikely cargo that. Never seen the like this way afore and Ivebeen eight and thirty year going up and , why ud sleep till suren o*the morning. Edna, I said suddenly, its nigh on six by thevery latest dandelion clocks. Do you want tosleep till suven o the morning ? Next, it was the Cadet outside forecastingbreakfast with a certain hunger to the prophet onthe roof. By the bye, if we were to keep a pig torun along the towing-path, could Mrs. Bargeecook him, do you think ? Law bless ye, sir, why she could cook anythink ;her hasnt got a equal, not my missus! And yet another unseen voice from some moredistant region and a lengthy consultation in amonotone. Only scraps and fragments float inthrough the chinks. There has been a seriousoversight, and the fragments grow gloomily des- TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 35 pondent and call in the Bargee. There is no< mirror to be found. They seek for substitutes;. SLEEPS ! WHY, UD SLEEP TILL SUVEN o THE MORNING but the cut glass of the sherbet tumbler refracts ina way that has been unknown to science until now. .36 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE Even the Bargee is hopelessly nonplused, for heonly shaves, it appears, in answer to inquiries,when he goes on the purposely to the nearesttown. . Breakfast in the middle of the barge mighthave served as an epitome of character for , had he wished to study an illogical quartet. Mrs. Bargee < mashed our tea, and she madeit very good. To mash your tea is colloquial hadnt got a fire so we couldnt mash our own,but we bought a spirit-lamp at Bickmansworth,price one shilling, with a tin saucepan all attachedfor the special purpose, and the first time we usedit it blew up. At least, it made such a conflagra-tion as to discourage further efforts, so Mrs. Bargeemashed our tea, while he of artistic tendenciesforaged for the milk, which presently arrived,in a paper bag and dripping
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