"Are you goin' to have it then?" he asked.
"I'd rather have it than Annabel," she said, decisively.
"An' I'd rather have it than Gladys Em'ler," he replied.
There was a silence, Ursula looked up.
"Will you really call her Ursula?" she asked.
"Ursula Ruth," replied the man, laughing vainly, as pleased as if he had found something.
It was now Ursula's turn to be confused.
"It does sound awfully nice," she said. "I must give her something. And I haven't got anything at all."
She stood in her white dress, wondering, down there in the barge. The lean man sitting near to her watched her as if she were a strange being, as if she lit up his face. His eyes smiled on her, boldly, and yet with exceeding admiration underneath.
"Could I give her my necklace?" she said.
It was the little necklace made of pieces of amethyst and topaz and pearl and crystal, strung at intervals on a little golden chain, which her Uncle Tom had given her. She was very fond of it. She looked at it lovingly, when she had taken it from her neck.
"Is it valuable?" the man asked her, curiously.
"I think so," she replied.
"The stones and pearl are real; it is worth three or four pounds," said Skrebensky from the wharf above. Ursula could tell he disapproved of her.
"I must give it to your baby—may I?" she said to the bargee.
He flushed, and looked away into the evening.
"Nay," he said, "it's not for me to say."
"What would your father and mother say?" cried the woman curiously, from the door.
"It is my own," said Ursula, and she dangled the little glittering string before the baby. The infant spread its little fingers. But it could not grasp. Ursula closed the tiny hand over the jewel. The baby waved the bright ends of the string. Ursula had given her necklace away. She felt sad. But she did not want it back.
The jewel swung from the baby's hand and fell in a little heap on the coal-dusty bottom of the barge. The man groped for it, with a kind of careful reverence. Ursula noticed the coarsened, blunted fingers groping at the little jewelled heap. The skin was red on the back of the hand, the fair hairs glis-
