CHAPTER XIV.
Wargrave .-- Waxworks .-- Sonning .-- Our stew .-- Montmorency is sarcastic .-- Fight between Montmorency and the tea-kettle .-- George's banjo studies .-- Meet with discouragement .-- Difficulties in the way of the musical amateur .-- Learning to play the bagpipes .-- Harris feels sad after supper .-- George and I go for a walk .-- Return hungry and wet .-- There is a strangeness about Harris .-- Harris and the swans, a remarkable story .-- Harris has a troubled night.
We caught a breeze, after lunch, which took us gently up past Wargrave and Shiplake.

Mellowed in the drowsy sunlight of a summer's afternoon, Wargrave, nestling where the river bends, makes a sweet old picture as you pass it, and one that lingers long upon the retina of memory.
The "George and Dragon" at Wargrave boasts a sign, painted on the one side by Leslie, R.A., and on the other by Hodgson of that ilk.

Leslie has depicted the fight; Hodgson has imagined the scene, "After the Fight"-- George, the work done, enjoying his pint of beer.
Day, the author of _Sandford and Merton_, lived and--more credit to the place still--was killed at Wargrave.

In the church is a memorial to Mrs.
Sarah Hill, who bequeathed 1 pound annually, to be divided at Easter, between two boys and two girls who "have never been undutiful to their parents; who have never been known to swear or to tell untruths, to steal, or to break windows." Fancy giving up all that for five shillings a year! It is not worth it.
It is rumoured in the town that once, many years ago, a boy appeared who really never had done these things--or at all events, which was all that was required or could be expected, had never been known to do them--and thus won the crown of glory.

He was exhibited for three weeks afterwards in the Town Hall, under a glass case.
What has become of the money since no one knows.