I'll walk." "Then I'LL run," said Bobbie.

"Get on the bank, Phil, and I'll hand you the dear." The baby was carefully handed.

Phyllis sat down on the bank and tried to hush the baby.

Peter wrung the water from his sleeves and knickerbocker legs as well as he could, and it was Bobbie who ran like the wind across the bridge and up the long white quiet twilight road towards the 'Rose and Crown.' There is a nice old-fashioned room at the 'Rose and Crown; where Bargees and their wives sit of an evening drinking their supper beer, and toasting their supper cheese at a glowing basketful of coals that sticks out into the room under a great hooded chimney and is warmer and prettier and more comforting than any other fireplace _I_ ever saw.
There was a pleasant party of barge people round the fire.

You might not have thought it pleasant, but they did; for they were all friends or acquaintances, and they liked the same sort of things, and talked the same sort of talk.