"Here, you just kneel down--so--with your face over the water, an' as near as you can manage." He obeyed in silence.

He was still trembling.

"That's right, on'y take care you don't overbalance." She knelt beside him, dipped both hands in the water, and began to work the soap into a lather.

"What's the 'andiest way to the Good Samaritan ?" she asked, speaking over her shoulder.
"Meanin' the 'orspital ?" "Yes." She took the boy's passive face between her hands and soaped it briskly.

"The 'andiest way, _an'_ the quietest, for choice." "The 'andiest way," said the young coalheaver, after considering for half a minute, "an' the quietest, is for me to cast off the bow-straps here an' let her drop across stream.