coffee covered with scald cream, while the fish areswirling at your fly as an oar-blade swirls in a boat- 118 THE WATER-BABIES CHAP. race, or flashing up the cataract like silver arrows, outof the fiercest of the foam; or whether the fall hedwindled to a single thread, and the shingle below heas… … if you have eyes and brains; for you wrill lay downyour rod contentedly, and drink in at your eyes thebeauty of that glorious place; and listen to the water-ouzel piping on the stones, and watch the yellow roescome down to drink and look up at you with theirgreat soft trustful eyes, as much as to…
Fairy tales · Chimney sweeps
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