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Littlebourne Lock

Littlebourne Lock

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LITTLEBOURNE LOCK.

 

 

BY

F. BAYFORD HARRISON,

Author of "Brothers in Arms;" "Battlefield Treasure;"
"Missy;" &c.

 

ILLUSTRATED.

 

Seal

 

 

 

LONDON:

BLACKIE & SON, Limited, 49 OLD BAILEY, E.C.

GLASGOW, EDINBURGH, AND DUBLIN.


CONTENTS.

CHAP. Page
I.   The Lock-house, 7
II.   No. 103, 19
III.   Juliet Mitchell, 32
IV.   The "Pretty Churchyard," 44
V.   On the River, 59
VI.   Missing! 73
VII.   Found! 80
VIII.   Bettering Herself, 93
IX.   Back in London, 108
X.   The Adventure of the "Turkeys Pin," 120
XI.   A Thorough Change, 135
XII.   A Wonderful Discovery. 150

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LITTLEBOURNE LOCK.


CHAPTER I.

THE LOCK-HOUSE.

T

he mist of a July morning shrouded the river and its banks. It was a soft thin mist, not at all like a winter fog, and through it, and high above it, the sun was shining, and the larks singing; and Edward Rowles, the lock-keeper, knew well that within an hour or two the brightest sunshine would gladden England's river Thames.

He came out from his house, which was overgrown with honeysuckle and clematis, and he looked up the stream and down the stream, and then at the weir over which the water tumbled and roared; he saw that everything was all right after its night's rest. So he put his hands in his pockets, and went round to the back of the house to see how his peas and beans were conducting themselves. They were flourishing. Next he looked at some poultry in a wired-off space; they seemed very glad to see him, even the little chickens having good appetites, and being ready for their breakfasts.

After this inspection Edward Rowles went indoors again, and looked at his son Philip, who was still asleep in his little camp-bed in the corner of the sitting-room.

"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

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