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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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s of rank expect.Shrill exultations all round the horizon threatenedus, screaming out uncouth warnings, and clamour-ing for our departure to the shades of Dis. Andall the time these very cocks were misinformed onevery Cochin China legend of their ancestors, forTo-Day still hung shrouded in the veil of Yesterday,and, wrapped in its first soft misty sleep, did notintend to stir for any barnyard cock. But this was TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 33 such an unexpected form of canal vicissitude, it ishardly to be wondered that we did not go. A tiny dimple twinkledabout Ednas mouth as shewatched the red chinks andthe sun - motes comingthrough the roof, whileoverhead along the narrowgangway came a sound oftrampling and the lazy stirof the morning waking np.The sister barge that hadmoored alongside in thedarkness was bestirringitself too. It sent longripples lapping as it crossedour bows, and the Bargeeexchanged the time andweather with the old-fidelityof custom, as it passed onwith its load. The Bargee
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THE IURGEES VISITOR was taking off the awning, and standing just above,one could not help hearing what he said. It 34 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE was a subdued conversation and touched intimateconcerns. 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 down.Sleeps, 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 chin

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