about his having just as much right on the towing-path as the man himself. Indeed, he did not even think of saying it till some time later.

Then another day when the children thought they would like to fish in the canal, a boy in a barge threw lumps of coal at them, and one of these hit Phyllis on the back of the neck. She was just stooping down to tie up her bootlace,—and though the coal hardly hurt at all it made her not care very much about going on fishing.

On the bridge, however, Roberta felt quite safe, because she could look down on the canal, and if any boy shewed signs of meaning to throw coals, she could duck behind the parapet.

Presently there was a sound of wheels, which was just what she expected.

The wheels were the wheels of the Doctor's dog-cart, and in the cart, of course, was the Doctor.

He pulled up, and called out:—

"Hullo, head Nurse! Want a lift?"

"I wanted to see you,' said Bobbie.

"Our Russian friend's not worse, I hope?" said he.

"No—but—"

"Well, skip in, then, and we'll go for a drive."

Roberta climbed in and the bony brown horse