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simpler　than　ever；　and　off　they　started　for　the　third　time。



And　three　minutes　later　they　were　back　in　the　centre　again。



After　that；　they　simply　couldn't　get　anywhere　else。　　Whatever　way　they　

turned　brought　them　back　to　the　middle。　　It　became　so　regular　at　length；　

that　some　of　the　people　stopped　there；　and　waited　for　the　others　to　take　

a　walk　round；　and　come　back　to　them。　　Harris　drew　out　his　map　again；　

after　a　while；　but　the　sight　of　it　only　infuriated　the　mob；　and　they　told　

him　to　go　and　curl　his　hair　with　it。　　Harris　said　that　he　couldn't　help　

feeling　that；　to　a　certain　extent；　he　had　become　unpopular。



They　all　got　crazy　at　last；　and　sang　out　for　the　keeper；　and　the　man　came　

and　climbed　up　the　ladder　outside；　and　shouted　out　directions　to　them。　　

But　all　their　heads　were；　by　this　time；　in　such　a　confused　whirl　that　

they　were　incapable　of　grasping　anything；　and　so　the　man　told　them　to　

stop　where　they　were；　and　he　would　come　to　them。　　They　huddled　together；　

and　waited；　and　he　climbed　down；　and　came　in。



He　was　a　young　keeper；　as　luck　would　have　it；　and　new　to　the　business；　

and　when　he　got　in；　he　couldn't　find　them；　and　he　wandered　about；　trying　

to　get　to　them；　and　then　HE　got　lost。　　They　caught　sight　of　him；　every　

now　and　then；　rushing　about　the　other　side　of　the　hedge；　and　he　would　see　

them；　and　rush　to　get　to　them；　and　they　would　wait　there　for　about　five　

minutes；　and　then　he　would　reappear　again　in　exactly　the　same　spot；　and　

ask　them　where　they　had　been。



They　had　to　wait　till　one　of　the　old　keepers　came　back　from　his　dinner　

before　they　got　out。



Harris　said　he　thought　it　was　a　very　fine　maze；　so　far　as　he　was　a　judge；　

and　we　agreed　that　we　would　try　to　get　George　to　go　into　it；　on　our　way　

back。









CHAPTER　VII。





THE　RIVER　IN　ITS　SUNDAY　GARB。　…　DRESS　ON　THE　RIVER。　…　A　CHANCE　FOR　THE　

MEN。　…　ABSENCE　OF　TASTE　IN　HARRIS。　…　GEORGE'S　BLAZER。　…　A　DAY　WITH　THE　

FASHION…PLATE　YOUNG　LADY。　…　MRS。　THOMAS'S　TOMB。　…　THE　MAN　WHO　LOVES　NOT　

GRAVES　AND　COFFINS　AND　SKULLS。　…　HARRIS　MAD。　…　HIS　VIEWS　ON　GEORGE　AND　

BANKS　AND　LEMONADE。　…　HE　PERFORMS　TRICKS。



IT　was　while　passing　through　Moulsey　Lock　that　Harris　told　me　about　his　

maze　experience。　　It　took　us　some　time　to　pass　through；　as　we　were　the　

only　boat；　and　it　is　a　big　lock。　　I　don't　think　I　ever　remember　to　have　

seen　Moulsey　Lock；　before；　with　only　one　boat　in　it。　　It　is；　I　suppose；　

Boulter's　not　even　excepted；　the　busiest　lock　on　the　river。



I　have　stood　and　watched　it；　sometimes；　when　you　could　not　see　any　water　

at　all；　but　only　a　brilliant　tangle　of　bright　blazers；　and　gay　caps；　and　

saucy　hats；　and　many…coloured　parasols；　and　silken　rugs；　and　cloaks；　and　

streaming　ribbons；　and　dainty　whites；　when　looking　down　into　the　lock　

from　the　quay；　you　might　fancy　it　was　a　huge　box　into　which　flowers　of　

every　hue　and　shade　had　been　thrown　pell…mell；　and　lay　piled　up　in　a　

rainbow　heap；　that　covered　every　corner。



On　a　fine　Sunday　it　presents　this　appearance　nearly　all　day　long；　while；　

up　the　stream；　and　down　the　stream；　lie；　waiting　their　turn；　outside　the　

gates；　long　lines　of　still　more　boats；　and　boats　are　drawing　near　and　

passing　away；　so　that　the　sunny　river；　from　the　Palace　up　to　Hampton　

Church；　is　dotted　and　decked　with　yellow；　and　blue；　and　orange；　and　

white；　and　red；　and　pink。　　All　the　inhabitants　of　Hampton　and　Moulsey　

dress　themselves　up　in　boating　costume；　and　come　and　mouch　round　the　lock　

with　their　dogs；　and　flirt；　and　smoke；　and　watch　the　boats；　and；　

altogether；　what　with　the　caps　and　jackets　of　the　men；　the　pretty　

coloured　dresses　of　the　women；　the　excited　dogs；　the　moving　boats；　the　

white　sails；　the　pleasant　landscape；　and　the　sparkling　water；　it　is　one　

of　the　gayest　sights　I　know　of　near　this　dull　old　London　town。



The　river　affords　a　good　opportunity　for　dress。　　For　once　in　a　way；　we　

men　are　able　to　show　our　taste　in　colours；　and　I　think　we　come　out　very　

natty；　if　you　ask　me。　　I　always　like　a　little　red　in　my　things　…　red　and　

black。　　You　know　my　hair　is　a　sort　of　golden　brown；　rather　a　pretty　shade　

I've　been　told；　and　a　dark　red　matches　it　beautifully；　and　then　I　always　

think　a　light…blue　necktie　goes　so　well　with　it；　and　a　pair　of　those　

Russian…leather　shoes　and　a　red　silk　handkerchief　round　the　waist　…　a　

handkerchief　looks　so　much　better　than　a　belt。



Harris　always　keeps　to　shades　or　mixtures　of　orange　or　yellow；　but　I　

don't　think　he　is　at　all　wise　in　this。　　His　complexion　is　too　dark　for　

yellows。　　Yellows　don't　suit　him：　there　can　be　no　question　about　it。　　I　

want　him　to　take　to　blue　as　a　background；　with　white　or　cream　for　relief；　

but；　there！　the　less　taste　a　person　has　in　dress；　the　more　obstinate　he　

always　seems　to　be。　　It　is　a　great　pity；　because　he　will　never　be　a　

success　as　it　is；　while　there　are　one　or　two　colours　in　which　he　might　

not　really　look　so　bad；　with　his　hat　on。



George　has　bought　some　new　things　for　this　trip；　and　I'm　rather　vexed　

about　them。　　The　blazer　is　loud。　　I　should　not　like　George　to　know　that　I　

thought　so；　but　there　really　is　no　other　word　for　it。　　He　brought　it　home　

and　showed　it　to　us　on　Thursday　evening。　　We　asked　him　what　colour　he　

called　it；　and　he　said　he　didn't　know。　　He　didn't　think　there　was　a　name　

for　the　colour。　　The　man　had　told　him　it　was　an　Oriental　design。　　George　

put　it　on；　and　asked　us　what　we　thought　of　it。　　Harris　said　that；　as　an　

object　to　hang　over　a　flower…bed　in　early　spring　to　frighten　the　birds　

away；　he　should　respect　it；　but　that；　considered　as　an　article　of　dress　

for　any　human　being；　except　a　Margate　nigger；　it　made　him　ill。　　George　

got　quite　huffy；　but；　as　Harris　said；　if　he　didn't　want　his　opinion；　why　

did　he　ask　for　it？



What　troubles　Harris　and　myself；　with　regard　to　it；　is　that　we　are　afraid　

it　will　attract　attention　to　the　boat。



Girls；　also；　don't　look　half　bad　in　a　boat；　if　prettily　dressed。　　Nothing　

is　more　fetching；　to　my　thinking；　than　a　tasteful　boating　costume。　　But　a　

〃boating　costume；〃　it　would　be　as　well　if　all　ladies　would　understand；　

ought　to　be　a　costume　that　can　be　worn　in　a　boat；　and　not　merely　under　a　

glass…case。　　It　utterly　spoils　an　excursion　if　you　have　folk　in　the　boat　

who　are　thinking　all　the　time　a　good　deal　more　of　their　dress　than　of　the　

trip。　　It　was　my　misfortune　once　to　go　for　a　water　picnic　with　two　ladies　

of　this　kind。　　We　did　have　a　lively　time！



They　were　both　beautifully　got　up　…　all　lace　and　silky　stuff；　and　

flowers；　and　ribbons；　and　dainty　shoes；　and　light　gloves。　　But　they　were　

dressed　for　a　photographic　studio；　not　for　a　river　picnic。　　They　were　the　

〃boating　costumes〃　of　a　French　fashion…plate。　　It　was　ridiculous；　fooling　

about　in　them　anywhere　near　real　earth；　air；　and　water。



The　first　thing　was　that　they　thought　the　boat　was　not　clean。　　We　dusted　

all　the　seats　for　them；　and　then　assured　them　that　it　was；　but　they　

didn't　believe　us。　　One　of　them　rubbed　the　cushion　with　the　forefinger　of　

her　glove；　and　showed　the　result　to　the　other；　and　they　both　sighed；　and　

sat　down；　with　the　air　of　early　Christian　martyrs　trying　to　make　

themselves　comfortable　up　against　the　stake。　　You　are　liable　to　

occasionally　splash　a　little　when　sculling；　and　it　appeared　that　a　drop　

of　water　ruined　those　costumes。　　The　mark　never　came　out；　and　a　stain　was　

left　on　the　dress　for　ever。



I　was　stroke。　　I　did　my　best。　　I　feathered　some　two　feet　high；　and　I　

paused　at　the　end　of　each　stroke　to　let　the　blades　drip　before　returning　

them；　and　I　picked　out　a　smooth　bit　of　water　to　drop　them　into　again　each　

time。　　（Bow　said；　after　a　while；　that　he　did　not　feel　himself　a　

sufficiently　accomplished　oarsman　to　pull　with　me；　but　that　he　would　sit　

still；　if　I　would　allow　him；　and　study　my　stroke。　　He　said　it　interested　

him。）　　But；　notwithstanding　all　this；　and　try　as　I　would；　I　could　not　

help　an　occasional　flicker　of　water　from　going　over　those　dresses。



The　girls　did　not　complain；　but　they　huddled　up　close　together；　and　set　

their　lips　firm；　and　every　time　a　drop　touched　them；　they　visibly　shrank　

and　shuddered。　　It　was　a　noble　sight　to　see　them　suffering　thus　in　

silence；　but　it　unnerved　me　altogether。　　I　am　too　sensitive。　　I　got　wild　

and　fitful　in　my　rowing；　and　splashed　more　and　more；　the　harder　I　tried　

not　to。



I　gave　it　up　at　last；　I　said　I'd　row　bow。　　Bow　thought　the　arrangement　

would　be　better　too；　and　we　changed　places。　　The　ladies　gave　an　

involuntary　sigh　of　relief　when　they　saw　me　go；　and　quite　brightened　up　

for　a　moment。　　Poor　girls！　they　had　better　have　put　up　with　me。　　The　man　

they　had　got　now　was　a　jolly；　light…hearted；　thick…headed　sort　of　a　chap；　

with　about　as　much　sensitiveness　in　him　as　there　might　be　in　a　

Newfoundland　puppy。　　You　might　look　daggers　at　him　for　an　hour　and　he　

would　not　notice　it；　and　it　would　not　trouble　him　if　he　did。　　He　set　a　

good；　rol