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Halliford and Shepperton are both charming river-side spots, but neither place has anything remarkable about it. There is, however, a tomb in Shepperton churchyard with a poem on it, and I was nervous that Harris might want to stop to admire it. As the boat approached the landing-stage, I noticed his eyes fix on it with longing. To divert his attention, I quickly tossed his cap into the water. The excitement of retrieving it and his subsequent indignation at my clumsiness kept him from lingering near the graves.

At Weybridge, the Wey (a pretty little stream navigable for small boats up to Guildford, a route I've always wanted to explore but never have), the Bourne, and the Basingstoke Canal all merge into the Thames. The lock is just opposite the town, and the first thing we saw as we approached it was George’s blazer on one of the lock gates. Closer inspection revealed that George was inside the blazer.

Montmorency set up a furious barking, I shrieked, and Harris roared. George waved his hat and yelled back. The lock-keeper rushed out with a drag, thinking someone had fallen into the lock, only to be annoyed when he found no one was in danger.

We made George work now that we had him. Of course, he didn't want to work; he had had a hard time in the City, as he explained. Harris, callous by nature and not prone to pity, said:
