"I don't know," said he; "we will meet it when it comes." "Meanwhile," quoth Dick, "we have got to meet the rest of our day's journey; so out into the street and down to the strand! Will you come a turn with us, neighbour?
Our friend is greedy of your stories." "I will go as far as Oxford with you," said he; "I want a book or two out of the Bodleian Library.

I suppose you will sleep in the old city ?" "No," said Dick, "we are going higher up; the hay is waiting us there, you know." Morsom nodded, and we all went into the street together, and got into the boat a little above the town bridge.

But just as Dick was getting the sculls into the rowlocks, the bows of another boat came thrusting through the low arch.

Even at first sight it was a gay little craft indeed--bright green, and painted over with elegantly drawn flowers.

As it cleared the arch, a figure as bright and gay-clad as the boat rose up in it; a slim girl dressed in light blue silk that fluttered in the draughty wind of the bridge.