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They had walked till they had reached a wharf, just above a

lock There an ee, painted with a red and yellow cabin

hood, but with a long, coal-black hold, was lying ainst the cabin-side by

the door, s a baby that rapped in a drab

shawl, and looking into the glow of evening A wo into the canal, drew her water, and

bustled in again Children's voices were heard A thin blue

smoke ascended fro

Ursula, white as a ered by her The ," he called, half ilanced i," said Ursula, delighted "Isn't it

nice now?"

"Ay," said the ed, sandy hed

"Oh, but--" sta, "it is Why do

you say it as if it weren't?"

"'Appen for them as is childt-nursin' it's none so rosy"

"May I look inside your barge?" asked Ursula

"There's nobody'll stop you; you coe lay at the opposite bank, at the wharf It was the

Annabel, belonging to J Ruth of Loughborough Theeyes His fair

hair ispy on his grimed forehead Two dirty children