Do come and see." In mute astonishment, his father followed.
As I have already described it, the ground was very uneven, with many heights and hollows, whence it came that the water took an amazing number of twists and turns.

Willie led his father as straight as he could, but I don't know how often they crossed the little brook before they came to where, from the old stone shaft, like the crater of a volcano, it rolled over the brim, an eruption of cool, clear, lucid water.

Plenteous it rose and overflowed, like a dark yet clear molten gem, tumbling itself into the open world.

How deliciously wet it looked in the shadow I---how it caught the sun the moment it left the chamber, grew merry, and trotted and trolled and cantered along! "Is this _your_ work, Willie ?" asked his father, who did not know which of twenty questions to ask first.
"Mostly," said Willie.
"You little wizard! what have you been about?
I can't understand it.

We must make a drain for it at once." "Bury a beauty like that in a drain!" cried Willie.