pavements again and partly stone, till we came to an old wooden bridge
over a canal, and then Aunty May squeezed my hand and said, "Billy, this
is our canal," We crossed the bridge, and went down a few steps and
there was Mr. Turner's launch. We got in and sat and watched the water
and made up stories to each other, till Aunty Edith and Mr. Turner came,
all full of bundles. Mr. Turner started the launch and we went
chug-chugging along. But Pete didn't get in. He swam part of the time
and ran and barked on the towpath the other part.

The canal boats came down past us, and they began to have lights on
them, and the trees were all green and hung down by the canal banks, and
I could see where the dogwood was beginning to come out in the woods.
There were some ducks swimming in the canal, and a farmhouse high above
us on the bank. Then nothing but the towpath, which is the path on one
side of the canal where the mules walk when they drag the canal boats.

By and by I saw two tiny white houses, with their roofs and chimneys
sticking up over the canal bank, and one of them had a funny green door,
and honeysuckle all growing over the fence. Mr. Turner never stopped
till Aunty Edith called, "Oh, we're going past," Then he stopped and
jumped out and took a rope and pulled the boat close to the bank, where
there were some stones placed like steps. I saw the two houses plainly
then, one a white stone one and one a white wooden one with a
green door.

[Illustration: He jumped out and took a rope and pulled the boat close]

We all stepped out, with our bags, and said good-bye to Mr. Turner, and
his launch went away up the canal past us, and Aunty Edith took a key
out of her pocket and went down a step, into the garden of the house