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Juliet was not much the wiser; she had heard of mermaids, and thought at first that the folks on the river must be of that race of beings. But she waited to see. Then Mrs. Rowles said that Juliet must make herself useful, and might begin by fetching some water from the well. Juliet did not know what a well might be; but she took up a jug and went out to the riverside.
"Get up, lad, get up," said the father; "don't be the last." Philip opened his eyes and rubbed them, and within a few minutes was washing and dressing. In the meantime Mrs. Rowles was lighting the fire in the kitchen, filling the kettle with water from the well, getting down bread and butter from a shelf, and preparing everything for the morning meal.
And, pray, how are you going to get home?" At this moment Mrs. Rowles came to the door, shading her eyes with her hand, for the sun was now bright and hot, and calling out "Phil lip! Em ily! time to be off." The girl threw down her rope and obeyed her mother's call, but Philip lingered. He could not make out who and what the stranger might be. That person said, "Perhaps, Mr.
Thus thinking and moralizing Mrs. Rowles went down the street towards the eastern end of it. She noticed the change in the houses. Their fronts grew narrower; there was a storey less; the door-steps were not hearth-stoned; the area railings were broken.
Rowles had a bundle of blankets as a loan, for the present moment; and Mrs. Bosher came in with sheets and towels for Mrs. Mitchell to use until her own arrived. All these kindnesses overpowered the London people, and they knew not how to thank their new friends. To avoid being thanked Mrs. Bosher nodded her bonnet at Juliet and went away. Mrs. Webster also departed. Mr.
Phil dropped from the bank into the boat, and the moment they were out of the lock the boat went flying down the river as fast as the current and the vicar's strong arms could send her. "She will be very wet when she comes in," said Mrs. Rowles; "it is beginning to rain." "She'll be pretty wet if she's been in the river," said Mr. Rowles.
But as the evening closed in, and neither meal-time nor bed-time brought the wanderer home, some alarm began to spread through the house. Philip had taken his boat to the place where he had left Juliet, but she was not there. He went again and shouted for her, but there was no reply. Then Mr. Rowles shouted from the lock in a voice that must have been heard at half a mile's distance.
Rowles looked with more interest at the old gentleman who was in the same line with Thomas Mitchell, and from that moment began to think better of printers in general.
He is weary of any thing to do, he says, in the Navy. He tells us this Committee of Accounts will enquire sharply into our office. To Sir P. Neale's chamber; Sir Edward Walker being there;, and telling us how he hath lost many fine rowles of antiquity in heraldry by the late fire, but hath saved the most of his papers. Here was also Dr.
He's that fractious with his teeth that Thomas can hardly put up with him in the house." Mrs. Rowles was now taking out the good things from her basket. She produced a piece of bacon, some beans, about a peck of peas, a home-made dripping cake, and some new-laid eggs. "Edward packed it with his own hands," she explained.
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