But there is some amusement in steering, and Katie was allowed to sit between the tiller-ropes.
'I can steer very well, mamma: can't I, Harry?
I always steer when we go to the island, and we run the boat straight into the little creek, only just broad enough to hold it.' Katie's visits to the island, however, were not so frequent as they had heretofore been, for she was approaching to sixteen years of age, and wet feet and draggled petticoats had lost some of their charms.

Mrs.Woodward, trusting more to the experience of her two knights than to the skill of the lady at the helm, took her seat, and they went off merrily down the stream.
All the world knows that it is but a very little distance from Hampton Church to Hampton Court Bridge, especially when one has the stream with one.

They were very soon near to the bridge, and as they approached it, they had to pass a huge barge, that was lazily making its way down to Brentford.
'There's lots of tune for the big arch,' said Charley.
'Pull away then,' said Harry.
They both pulled hard, and shot alongside and past the barge.

But the stream was strong, and the great ugly mass of black timber moved behind them quicker than it seemed to do.
'It will be safer to take the one to the left,' said Harry.
'Oh! there's lots of tune,' said Charley.
'No,' said Harry,' do as I tell you and go to the left .-- Pull your left hand a little, Katie.' Charley did as he was bid, and Katie intended to do the same; but unfortunately she pulled the wrong hand.

They were now very near the bridge, and the barge was so close to them as to show that there might have been danger in attempting to get through the same arch with her.
'Your left hand, Katie, your left,' shouted Norman; 'your left string.' Katie was confused, and gave first a pull with her right, and then a pull with her left, and then a strong pull with her right.