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The amateur firemen.
"Getonthebank,Phil,andI’llhandyouthedear."
Thebabywascarefullyhanded.Phyllissatdownonthebankandtriedtohushthebaby.Peterwrungthewaterfromhissleevesandknickerbockerlegsaswellashecould,anditwasBobbiewhoranlikethewindacrossthebridgeandupthelongwhitequiettwilightroadtowardsthe‘RoseandCrown.’
Thereisaniceold-fashionedroomatthe‘RoseandCrown;whereBargeesandtheirwivessitofaneveningdrinkingtheirsupperbeer,andtoastingtheirsuppercheeseataglowingbasketfulofcoalsthatsticksoutintotheroomunderagreathoodedchimneyandiswarmerandprettierandmorecomfortingthananyotherfireplaceIeversaw.
Therewasapleasantpartyofbargepeopleroundthefire.Youmightnothavethoughtitpleasant,buttheydid;fortheywereallfriendsoracquaintances,andtheylikedthesamesortofthings,andtalkedthesamesortoftalk.Thisistherealsecretofpleasantsociety.TheBargeeBill,whomthechildrenhadfoundsodisagreeable,wasconsideredexcellentcompanybyhismates.Hewastellingataleofhisownwrongs—alwaysathrillingsubject.Itwashisbargehewasspeakingabout.
"And‘esentdownword‘paintherinsidehout,’notnamin’nocolour,d’yesee?SoIgetsalottergreenpaintandIpaintsherstemtostern,andItellyershelookedA1.Then‘Ecomesalongand‘esays,‘Wotyerpaint‘erallonecolourfor?’‘esays.
