Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poverty -- Juvenile fiction
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[Illustration: "I'VE SPILT THE SOUP, AND BROKE THE JUG."]
LITTLEBOURNE LOCK.
BY
F. BAYFORD HARRISON,
Author of "Brothers in Arms;" "Battlefield Treasure;"
"Missy;" &c.
_ILLUSTRATED._
LONDON:
BLACKIE & SON, LIMITED, 49 OLD BAILEY, E.C.
GLASGOW, EDINBURGH, AND DUBLIN.
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CONTENTS.
CHAP. Page
I. THE LOCK-HOUSE, 7
II. NO. 103, 19
III. JULIET MITCHELL, 32
IV. THE "PRETTY CHURCHYARD," 44
V. ON THE RIVER, 59
VI. MISSING! 73
VII. FOUND! 80
VIII. BETTERING HERSELF, 93
IX. BACK IN LONDON, 108
X. THE ADVENTURE OF THE "TURKEYS PIN," 120
XI. A THOROUGH CHANGE, 135
XII. A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY. 150
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LITTLEBOURNE LOCK.
CHAPTER I.
THE LOCK-HOUSE.
The mist of a July morning shrouded the river and its banks. It was a
soft thin mist, not at all like a winter fog, and through it, and high
above it, the sun was shining, and the larks singing; and Edward
Rowles, the lock-keeper, knew well that within an hour or two the
brightest sunshine would gladden England's river Thames.
He came out from his house, which was overgrown with honeysuckle and
clematis, and he looked up the stream and down the stream, and then at
the weir over which the water tumbled and roared; he saw that
everything was all right after its night's rest. So he put his hands
in his pockets, and went round to the back of the house to see how his
peas and beans were conducting themselves. They were flourishing. Next
he looked at some poultry in a wired-off space; they seemed very glad
to see him, even the little chickens having good appetites, and being
ready for their breakfasts.
After this inspection Edward Rowles went indoors again, and looked at
his son Philip, who was still asleep in his little camp-bed in the
corner of the sitting-room.
"Get up, lad, get up," said the father; "don't be the last."
Philip opened his eyes and rubbed them, and within a few minutes was
washing and dressing.
In the meantime Mrs. Rowles was lighting the fire in the kitchen,
filling the kettle with water from the well, getting down bread and
butter from a shelf, and preparing everything for the morning meal.
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