til it struck me t t be some fiss—ros, canoes, punts, motor-launc to noting and most of ts of trying to fisor-boats.

    I tle y, cer, in spite of tc even minnoo. A cro  actually, as I cs rocking up and doubs and ted cill fis be. And yet I’ll ser isn’t t used to be. Its colour is quite different. Of course you t’s merely my imagination, but I can tell you it isn’t so. I knoer er as it used to be, a kind of luminous green t you could see deep into, and t see to ter no’s all broy,  from tor-boats, not to mention the paper bags.

    After a bit I turned back. Couldn’t stand t’s Sunday, I t. Mig be so bad on a  after all, I kne t ‘em keep t  be in thames.

    t me. Croroop of girls came past, tomed trousers and ed on teen s  urned aside and  tell your fortune as ten card came sliding out.

    ‘You are tional gifts,’ I read, ‘but oo excessive modesty you  you underrate your abilities. You are too fond of standing aside and alloo take t for ionate, and alo your friends. You are deeply attractive to te sex. Your  fault is generosity. Persevere, for you will rise high!

    ‘eigone 11 pounds.’

    I’d put on four pounds in t ticed. Must he booze.