It was general curiosity on Florrie's part, and the desire to do what was disapproved of; her family were above the class who were likely to "walk with" anyone at fifteen, and she only hurried along giggling and whispering towards the riverside. A pretty, sleepy, flat-country river ran through the meadows that lay round about Rapley, and the towing-path beside it was a favourite Sunday walk, and in its quieter regions was the resort of engaged couples, and of quiet families walking out with their babies in their perambulators. But the stretch of river between the suburban region where the cemetery lay and the church of Saint Jude, in the district of which it was included, was near the lower parts of the town, and on Sundays was full of roughs, and idle lads on the way to become roughs. No girls who were careful of their conduct and wished to keep out of noisy company would have gone there in the afternoon. Florrie Whittaker and her two friends knew quite well that they had no business to be in that direction; but a feint of pursuit from some of the lads as they hung about the classroom door sent them scurrying and looking behind them down the street, and they soon found themselves, in all their conspicuous finery, walking along the towing-path by the river. It was a shabby region; new and yet dirty little houses bordered it, their back yards and back gardens, each one less ornamental than the last, stretching down to the path, between which and the river were a few pollard willows. On the other side spread out a low-lying marshy region, which was generally flooded in the winter. A small public-house ended the row of houses where a swing gate led into the fields beyond. "I say," said Carrie, "we didn't ought to have come down here. Mother 'll give it me when I get back." "No more we'd ought," said Ada. "If Miss Simpson were to hear of it, she'd say I was letting down the school. Come through the gate and across the fields, Florrie; this ain't nice at all." "I don't care," said Florrie, stimulated by sundry remarks caught in passing; "we can take care on ourselves. I ain't a-going to speak to anyone; but I'll walk here as long as I like. Oh my! what fun it'd be if your governess did catch you, Ada!" "You wouldn't think it fun if Mrs Lee was to catch you," said Ada. "Oh my! shouldn't I though?" said Florrie, with her beaming face all in a twinkle. "I'd like to see her coming through the gate. There's a boat on the river; let's stop and see it go by." "Don't, Florrie Whittaker," said Carrie. "There's Liza Mason and Polly Grant, and I ain't a-going to be seen with _they_."