. Two girls on a barge. as measuring tape by the yard, who onlyvouchsafed in reply to the Cadets polite interestin his residence that he had heard somethingabout some other people who had lived there once. * Lots of folks had lived in houses, seemed tobe the gist of his philosophy—it is impossible todraw any histrionic inspiration from a person whohas no more respect for a rumour than that!But there were many dusty, dusky, queer oldpossibilities about the little tall dark house, andI should like to know if our Ellen loved itbefore she moved to Eavenswood and listened tothe prophetic Ailsie ? I
. Two girls on a barge. as measuring tape by the yard, who onlyvouchsafed in reply to the Cadets polite interestin his residence that he had heard somethingabout some other people who had lived there once. * Lots of folks had lived in houses, seemed tobe the gist of his philosophy—it is impossible todraw any histrionic inspiration from a person whohas no more respect for a rumour than that!But there were many dusty, dusky, queer oldpossibilities about the little tall dark house, andI should like to know if our Ellen loved itbefore she moved to Eavenswood and listened tothe prophetic Ailsie ? I have observed that in-formation as Corroborated by a German Jew isusually satisfying, even in biography, and we didnot propose to him to pursue investigation further TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 163 than the inner shop. Instead, we went home toruminate on human fallacies, and stake our kingsand aces in that intellectual game, Van John. It was the last evening of our happy gipsylife, and the dark tarpaulin cavern of the barge. LOTS OF FOLKS HAD LIVED IN HOUSES was no longer either weird or strange, though thelamps flickered and the shadows fell just as theydid on that first stormy night, when terror lurkedonly in the depth of the silence. Van John wasgoing merrily when Eccles crept out of someunexpected retreat. He was cautiously avoiding 164 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE his bed-time. That he often did, but to-nightthere was something more. * Please, I dont like Quaventary, he wailed. Indeed, inquired Mr. Squif, pausing in thedealing of the cards; and why do you disapproveof Coventry ? But Eccles only reply was a dismal washingof his little grubby fingers in his big blue eyes. 1 Small boy, whats the matter ? What haveyou been doing ? asked the artist kindly, butregarding him with a disconcerted air of helpless-ness. I doesnt warnt mine lile cubby-housen fullo sarlt, and the big tears glistened through thelamentable accents of Eccles, the sometime auto-crat. * But, Eccles, you dont take in sa
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