Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poverty -- Juvenile fiction
"Children, run and give these crumbs and some barley to the chickens.
Now, Rowles, you know very well that I never did join you in your
dislike to Thomas Mitchell. Printing was his trade, and there must be
morning papers I suppose, and I daresay he'd like to work by day and
sleep by night if he could. I think your sister Mary made a mistake
when she married a Londoner, after being used to the country where you
_can_ draw a breath of fresh air. And I'm afraid that Tom's money
can't be any too much for eight children living, and two put away in
the cemetery, pretty dears! And I was just thinking to myself that it
would seem friendly-like if I was to journey up to London and see how
they are getting on. It is less trouble than writing a letter."
"It costs more," said Rowles.
A long, distant whistle was heard.
"There they come!" and Rowles rose from his chair, and took his burly
figure out into the garden-plot which lay between the cottage and the
lock.
Mrs. Rowles followed him, saying, "There is a train at 10.22; and if I
leave the dinner all ready you can boil the potatoes for yourself."
"What do you want to go for, at all? Women are always gadding about,
just to show off their bonnets, or to look at other people's. Here
they come--two of them!" he added.
For two steam launches, whistling horribly, were coming up, and
required that the lock should be opened for them.
Nothing gave Philip and Emily more pleasure than to help their father
open the lock-gates. They liked going to school, and they liked
playing with their friends, but opening the lock-gates, and then
watching them as they closed, was more delightful than any other kind
of work or play.
Philip knew that a river on which large boats and barges went to and
fro must be kept up by locks, or it would run away so fast that it
would become too shallow for any but small boats. Littlebourne lock is
built from one bank of the river to an island in it. There are great
wooden gates, opened by great wooden handles; but to explain how a
lock is made and worked would be difficult, though it is easily
understood when examined. Philip and Emily had lived nearly all their
lives in Littlebourne lock-house, and they knew more about boating and
such matters than old men and women who live all their lives in
London.
The two little steamers came into the lock as soon as Rowles, assisted
by his children, opened the lower gate. The men on them talked to
Rowles while the lock was being filled by the water, which came
through the sluices in the upper gate.
Philip listened to this talk; but Emily went up to the other gate. Her
father and brother did not notice what she was doing. They came
presently and opened the upper gates, talking all the time to the men
on the launches. Then they heard cries.
"Look out! take care! keep in!"
Emily's voice sounded shrill and terrified.
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