bustled in again。 Childrens voices were heard。 A thin blue
smoke ascended from the cabin chimney; there was a smell of
cooking。
Ursula; white as a moth; lingered to look。 Skrebensky
lingered by her。 The man glanced up。
〃Good evening;〃 he called; half impudent; half attracted。 He
had blue eyes which glanced impudently from his grimy face。
〃Good evening;〃 said Ursula; delighted。 〃Isnt it
nice now?〃
〃Ay;〃 said the man; 〃very nice。〃
His mouth was red under his ragged; sandy moustache。 His
teeth were white as he laughed。
〃Oh; but……〃 stammered Ursula; laughing; 〃it is。 Why do
you say it as if it werent?〃
〃Appen for them as is childt…nursin its none so rosy。〃
〃May I look inside your barge?〃 asked Ursula。
〃Theres nobodyll stop you; you e if you like。〃
The barge lay at the opposite bank; at the wharf。 It was the
Annabel; belonging to J。 Ruth of Loughborough。 The man
watched Ursula closely from his keen; twinkling eyes。 His fair
hair was wispy on his grimed forehead。 Two dirty children
appeared to see who was talking。
Ursula glanced at the great lock gates。 They were shut; and
the water was sounding; spurting and trickling down in the gloom
beyond。 On this side the bright water was almost to the top of
the gate。 She went boldly across; and round to the wharf。
Stooping from the bank; she peeped into the cabin; where was
a red glow of fire and the shadowy figure of a woman。 She did
want to go down。
〃Youll mess your frock;〃 said the man; warningly。
〃Ill be careful;〃 she answered。 〃May I e?〃
〃Ay; e if you like。〃
She gathered her skirts; lowered her foot to the side of the
boat; and leapt down; laughing。 Coal…dust flew up。
The woman came to the door。 She was plump and sandy…haired;
young; with an odd; stubby nose。
〃Oh; you will make a mess of yourself;〃 she cried;
surprised and laughing with a little wonder。