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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
.
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
.
"
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
.
"
