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Title: Two girls on a barge
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Cotes, V. Cecil
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Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and Company
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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oaf of bread. The small mite in charge of the commercialinterests of the town arranged herself artisticallyon the driving-box, settling her small skirts with anair of knowing more than that! * Grab it—and run—before the baker comes,drawled he of the crystal optic, focussing a par-ticularly big, well-baked magnate of the oven in amanner most suggestive of the opportunity.But we did not feel capable of subjecting thedigestion of Kings Langley to such an act otviolence after its behaviour in the matter of thebeans. We discoursed the bakers representativein a spirit of sweet reason. We told her we hadcome from a Noahs Ark, and when we got back weshould have no bread for tea. We described thesituation feelingly, thinking that it would appealto her. Instead, the small imp giggled. Weasked with some severity if all the loaves were* ordered, if they were already destined to specialcustomers ? And the small imp bubbled over. Itbubbled, and forcibly restrained itself; it fizzed 2B^^ ■ l¥
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TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 63 internally, and then suddenly exploded—till thecircle, applicant, around the bakers cart becameinfected; and, having once begun to bubble,bubbled out of very sympathy of foolishness. Sothat Kings Langley hobbled to its doors inquiringly—a plastic wide inquiry that involuntarily began tobubble too, to see four people bubbling all fornothing round a little imp in a bakers cart. 64 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE CHAPTEE V IT/E always anchored for the night, just as thesummer twilight kissed all the countrygravely, and the sky drooped, and the meadowsfell asleep. It is an evening light that comes backto me the oftenest in wTriting this. And when theshadows of the poplars stood sharp and cool, andthe seven stars of the Waggon showred in the dark,still water where the barge lay moored, even theCadet sometimes forgot to talk in parallelograms.When the Japanese umbrella made night fantasticabout it, and the fairy lamps hung in their ownpale light under the dark skyline of th

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