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 shew 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. Peter insisted on this.
"The canal may belong to him," he said, "though I don't believe it does. But the bridge is everybody's. Doctor Forrest told me it's public property. I'm not going to be bounced off the bridge by him or any one else, so I tell you."
Peter's ear was still sore and so were his feelings.
