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           Thenanotherdaywhenthechildrenthoughttheywouldliketofishinthecanal,aboyinabargethrewlumpsofcoalatthem,andoneofthesehitPhyllisonthebackoftheneck.Shewasjuststoopingdowntotieupherbootlace—andthoughthecoalhardlyhurtatallitmadehernotcareverymuchaboutgoingonfishing.

           Onthebridge,however,Robertafeltquitesafe,becauseshecouldlookdownonthecanal,andifanyboyshowedsignsofmeaningtothrowcoal,shecouldduckbehindtheparapet.

           Presentlytherewasasoundofwheels,whichwasjustwhatsheexpected.

           ThewheelswerethewheelsoftheDoctor’sdogcart,andinthecart,ofcourse,wastheDoctor.

           Hepulledup,andcalledout:—

           "Hullo,headnurse!Wantalift?"

           "Iwantedtoseeyou,"saidBobbie.

           "Yourmother’snotworse,Ihope?"saidtheDoctor.

           "No—but—"

           "Well,skipin,then,andwe’llgoforadrive."

           Robertaclimbedinandthebrownhorsewasmadetoturnround—whichitdidnotlikeatall,foritwaslookingforwardtoitstea—Imeanitsoats.

           "ThisISjolly,"saidBobbie,asthedogcartflewalongtheroadbythecanal.

           "Wecouldthrowastonedownanyoneofyourthreechimneys,"saidtheDoctor,astheypassedthehouse.

           "Yes,"saidBobbie,"butyou’dhavetobeajollygoodshot.