.
Bosher's brother would come too, and if Mr. Robert is not well enough
to row, Mrs. Bosher's brother will row, and Mr. Robert will steer; and
Mr. Robert says we are to meet him at the lock at three o'clock, which
is between luncheon and dinner."

"And I hope you will have a nice trip," were Mrs. Johnson's last words
as she said good-bye at the gate.

Juliet felt quite frightened at her good fortune; it seemed to make
her want to cry more than poverty and trouble had done. And she said
her prayers more earnestly than she had said them when she was naughty
and unhappy. As the days went by and all was well, her father growing
stronger, the children rosier, the house more comfortable, she did
feel very deeply that the great blessings showered upon her had not
been deserved, but were sent to make her better in the future than she
had been in the past.

There was yet one more thing that she desired; that was to take her
parents down the river to the place where she had been almost
shipwrecked in the _Fairy_. They, too, wished to see the spot where
their daughter had narrowly escaped a terrible death, which they
shuddered even to think of.

Three o'clock on the afternoon of Saturday saw the whole Mitchell
family at the lock. The children came to see their elders off, and to
spend the afternoon with Philip and Emily.

"Glad to see you out in the daylight," said Mr. Rowles to Mr.
Mitchell. "You are twice the man you were, now that you are keeping
better hours."

Mitchell only smiled; he did not think it possible to quite overcome
Rowles's prejudice.

"Here's the tub which Phil has brought up from the ferry. He thought
you would like a flat-bottomed tub, Mary."

Mrs. Mitchell looked about, expecting to see a round thing similar to
a washing-tub.

But her husband knew better. "Yes," said he, "when I was a young man I
used to go to Battersea on holidays, I and some others, and nothing
would suit us but outrigged gigs, randans, and such like; but now I'm
growing old, and a flat-bottomed tub suits us better, my missus and
me. Shall we get in, do you think, Ned?"

"Yes, get in. Here they come, four on 'em--two blue stripes, one red
stripe, and one all gals. They can all go in together."

"In the water!" cried Mrs. Mitchell.

"No, Mary; in the lock. What a cockney you are!"

He went to work the paddles and the handles, and while he was so
employed the others heard a tremendous halloo from the bank on the far
side of