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There

is

a

nice

old-fashioned

room

at

the

'

Rose

and

Crown

;

where

Bargees

and

their

wives

sit

of

an

evening

drinking

their

supper

beer

,

and

toasting

their

supper

cheese

at

a

glowing

basketful

of

coals

that

sticks

out

into

the

room

under

a

great

hooded

chimney

and

is

warmer

and

prettier

and

more

comforting

than

any

other

fireplace

I

ever

saw

.

There

was

a

pleasant

party

of

barge

people

round

the

fire

.

You

might

not

have

thought

it

pleasant

,

but

they

did

;

for

they

were

all

friends

or

acquaintances

,

and

they

liked

the

same

sort

of

things

,

and

talked

the

same

sort

of

talk

.

This

is

the

real

secret

of

pleasant

society

.

The

Bargee

Bill

,

whom

the

children

had

found

so

disagreeable

,

was

considered

excellent

company

by

his

mates

.

He

was

telling

a

tale

of

his

own

wrongs

--

always

a

thrilling

subject

.

It

was

his

barge

he

was

speaking

about

.

"

And

'

e

sent

down

word

'

paint

her

inside

hout

,

'

not

namin

'

no

colour

,

d'ye

see

?

So

I

gets

a

lotter

green

paint

and

I

paints

her

stem

to

stern

,

and

I

tell

yer

she

looked

A1

.

Then

'

E

comes

along

and

'

e

says

,

'

Wot

yer

paint

'

er

all

one

colour

for

?

'

'

e

says

.

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And

I

says

,

says

I

,

'

Cause

I

thought

she

'd

look

fust-rate

,

'

says

I

,

'

and

I

think

so

still

.

'

An

'

he

says

,

'

DEW

yer

?

Then

ye

can

just

pay

for

the

bloomin

'

paint

yerself

,

'

says

he

.

An

'

I

'

ad

to

,

too

.

"

A

murmur

of

sympathy

ran

round

the

room

.

Breaking

noisily

in

on

it

came

Bobbie

.

She

burst

open

the

swing

door

--

crying

breathlessly

:

--

"

Bill

!

I

want

Bill

the

Bargeman

.

"

There

was

a

stupefied

silence

.

Pots

of

beer

were

held

in

mid-air

,

paralysed

on

their

way

to

thirsty

mouths

.

"

Oh

,

"

said

Bobbie

,

seeing

the

bargewoman

and

making

for

her

.

"

Your

barge

cabin

's

on

fire

.

Go

quickly

.

"

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The

woman

started

to

her

feet

,

and

put

a

big

red

hand

to

her

waist

,

on

the

left

side

,

where

your

heart

seems

to

be

when

you

are

frightened

or

miserable

.

"

Reginald

Horace

!

"

she

cried

in

a

terrible

voice

;

"

my

Reginald

Horace

!

"

"

All

right

,

"

said

Bobbie

,

"

if

you

mean

the

baby

;

got

him

out

safe

.

Dog

,

too

.

"

She

had

no

breath

for

more

,

except

,

"

Go

on

--

it

's

all

alight

.

"

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