She forgot it was Lloyd and Malcolm posing in makeshift costumes on a calico-covered dry goods box.

It seemed the barge itself, draped all in blackest samite, going upward with the flood, that day that there was dole in Astolat.

While she gazed like one in a dream, Lloyd half-opened her eyes, to peep at the old boatman.
"I wish they'd hurry," she said, in a low tone.

"I never felt so foolish in my whole life." "And never looked more beautiful," Malcolm answered, trying to get another glimpse of her without changing his pose.
"Sh," she whispered back, saucily.

"You forget that you are dumb.