Of course, if it's your canal, we're sorry and we won't any more.

But we didn't know it was yours." "Go along with you," said the Bargee.
"Yes, we will; indeed we will," said Bobbie, earnestly; "but we do beg your pardon--and really we haven't caught a single fish.

I'd tell you directly if we had, honour bright I would." She held out her hands and Phyllis turned out her little empty pocket to show that really they hadn't any fish concealed about them.
"Well," said the Bargee, more gently, "cut along, then, and don't you do it again, that's all." The children hurried up the bank.
"Chuck us a coat, M'ria," shouted the man.

And a red-haired woman in a green plaid shawl came out from the cabin door with a baby in her arms and threw a coat to him.

He put it on, climbed the bank, and slouched along across the bridge towards the village.
"You'll find me up at the 'Rose and Crown' when you've got the kid to sleep," he called to her from the bridge.
When he was out of sight the children slowly returned.