He followed it up, wondering much, bewildered indeed; and had got to a little turfy hollow, down the middle of which it came bubbling and gabbling along, when Willie caught sight of him, and bounded to meet him with a radiant countenance and almost inarticulate cries of delight.
"Am I awake, Willie?
or am I dreaming ?" he asked.
"Wide awake, papa," answered Willie.
"Then what is the meaning of this?
_You_ seem to be in the secret: where does this water come from?
I feel as if I were in a fairy tale." "Isn't it lovely ?" cried Willie.

"I'll show you where it comes from.
This way.

You'll spoil your boots there.

Look at the rhubarb-bed; it's turned into a swamp." "The garden will be ruined," said his father.
"No, no, papa; we won't let it come to that.

I've been watching it.
There's no soil carried away yet.