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Harris
,
however
,
revels
in
tombs
,
and
graves
,
and
epitaphs
,
and
monumental
inscriptions
,
and
the
thought
of
not
seeing
Mrs.
Thomas
's
grave
made
him
crazy
.
He
said
he
had
looked
forward
to
seeing
Mrs.
Thomas
's
grave
from
the
first
moment
that
the
trip
was
proposed
--
said
he
would
n't
have
joined
if
it
had
n't
been
for
the
idea
of
seeing
Mrs.
Thomas
's
tomb
.
I
reminded
him
of
George
,
and
how
we
had
to
get
the
boat
up
to
Shepperton
by
five
o'clock
to
meet
him
,
and
then
he
went
for
George
.
Why
was
George
to
fool
about
all
day
,
and
leave
us
to
lug
this
lumbering
old
top-heavy
barge
up
and
down
the
river
by
ourselves
to
meet
him
?
Why
could
n't
George
come
and
do
some
work
?
Why
could
n't
he
have
got
the
day
off
,
and
come
down
with
us
?
Bank
be
blowed
!
What
good
was
he
at
the
bank
?
"
I
never
see
him
doing
any
work
there
,
"
continued
Harris
,
"
whenever
I
go
in
.
He
sits
behind
a
bit
of
glass
all
day
,
trying
to
look
as
if
he
was
doing
something
.
What
's
the
good
of
a
man
behind
a
bit
of
glass
?
I
have
to
work
for
my
living
.
Why
ca
n't
he
work
.
What
use
is
he
there
,
and
what
's
the
good
of
their
banks
?
They
take
your
money
,
and
then
,
when
you
draw
a
cheque
,
they
send
it
back
smeared
all
over
with
'
No
effects
,
'
'
Refer
to
drawer
.
'
What
's
the
good
of
that
?
That
's
the
sort
of
trick
they
served
me
twice
last
week
.
I
'm
not
going
to
stand
it
much
longer
.
I
shall
withdraw
my
account
.
If
he
was
here
,
we
could
go
and
see
that
tomb
.
I
do
n't
believe
he
's
at
the
bank
at
all
.
He
's
larking
about
somewhere
,
that
's
what
he
's
doing
,
leaving
us
to
do
all
the
work
.
I
'm
going
to
get
out
,
and
have
a
drink
.
"
I
pointed
out
to
him
that
we
were
miles
away
from
a
pub.
;
and
then
he
went
on
about
the
river
,
and
what
was
the
good
of
the
river
,
and
was
everyone
who
came
on
the
river
to
die
of
thirst
?
It
is
always
best
to
let
Harris
have
his
head
when
he
gets
like
this
.
Then
he
pumps
himself
out
,
and
is
quiet
afterwards
.
I
reminded
him
that
there
was
concentrated
lemonade
in
the
hamper
,
and
a
gallon-jar
of
water
in
the
nose
of
the
boat
,
and
that
the
two
only
wanted
mixing
to
make
a
cool
and
refreshing
beverage
.
Then
he
flew
off
about
lemonade
,
and
"
such-like
Sunday-school
slops
,
"
as
he
termed
them
,
ginger-beer
,
raspberry
syrup
,
etc.
,
etc.
.
He
said
they
all
produced
dyspepsia
,
and
ruined
body
and
soul
alike
,
and
were
the
cause
of
half
the
crime
in
England
.
He
said
he
must
drink
something
,
however
,
and
climbed
upon
the
seat
,
and
leant
over
to
get
the
bottle
.
It
was
right
at
the
bottom
of
the
hamper
,
and
seemed
difficult
to
find
,
and
he
had
to
lean
over
further
and
further
,
and
,
in
trying
to
steer
at
the
same
time
,
from
a
topsy-turvy
point
of
view
,
he
pulled
the
wrong
line
,
and
sent
the
boat
into
the
bank
,
and
the
shock
upset
him
,
and
he
dived
down
right
into
the
hamper
,
and
stood
there
on
his
head
,
holding
on
to
the
sides
of
the
boat
like
grim
death
,
his
legs
sticking
up
into
the
air
.
He
dared
not
move
for
fear
of
going
over
,
and
had
to
stay
there
till
I
could
get
hold
of
his
legs
,
and
haul
him
back
,
and
that
made
him
madder
than
ever
.
