“When it’s full, of course, and covered in—lidded up.”
“But shall we fill a barge to-night, sir?”
“Well, I hope so—a good many,” said Old Brownsmith. “Will he go down to the river with me to show me where, sir?”
“River!—show you what, my boy?”
“The barges we are to fill, sir.”
“Whoo–oop!”
It was Ike made this peculiar noise. It answered in him for a laugh. Then he dived down into the great oblong basket and stopped there.
“You don’t know what a barge is,” said Old Brownsmith kindly.
“Oh yes, sir, I do!” I replied.
“Not one of our barges, my lad,” he said, laying his hand upon my shoulder. “We call these large baskets barges. You’ll soon pick up the names. There, go on.”