The sun climbs higher and higher, and the mists have disappeared from the far-off hills, and now you can tell it is school time.
Well-dressed children, in groups, are wending their way all in one direction. But they find time to cull wild flowers for teacher; and see, a bold, bright-faced lad comes near to the edge of the canal. Perhaps he is charmed by the innocent beauty of little Babs. Who can tell? One thing we are sure of—he has learned a little French, and is proud to air it.
“Bon voyage,” he shouts.
And next moment a bonnie bunch of flowers falls right into the child’s lap.
“Kiss your hand to him, dear,” says father.
Babs smilingly does as she is told. No actress could do so more naturally.
Then the boy runs off, looking happy, and the barge floats on.