The bargee was moved to compassion by the sight of the poor faintin' lady, and the offer of 'arf-a-crown, and he had a mother that acted as a mother should.

There was a cabin in that barge about as big as the locker where your ladyship keeps your jam and pickles, and in that locker the bargee lives, quite domestic, with his wife and mother and five children.

Them canal boats is what you may call the wooden walls of England." "Come, get on with your story," said the inspector.

"We know what barges is as well as you." "I wish more knew of 'em," retorted Smilash; "perhaps it 'ud lighten your work a bit.

However, as I was sayin', we went right down the canal to Lyvern, where we got off, and the lady she took the railway omnibus and went away in it.