Bosom companion of odd man, with his hands in his pockets, smoking a short clay.

Fruiterer’s boy, with basket.

Myself, carrying three hats and a pair of boots, and trying to look as if I didn’t know it.

Six small boys, and four stray dogs.

When we got down to the landing-stage, the boatman said:

“Let me see, sir; was yours a steam-launch or a houseboat?”

On our informing him it was a double-sculling skiff, he seemed surprised.