"It's the old well of the Priory you've come upon, you little burrowing mole." "Sandy helped me out with the stones.

I thought there might be a treasure down there, and that set me digging.

It was a funny treasure to find--wasn't it?
No treasure could have been prettier though." "If this be the Prior's Well, and all be true they said about it in old times," returned his father, "it may turn out a greater treasure than you even hoped for, Willie.

Why, as I found some time ago in an old book about the monasteries of the country, people used to come from great distances to drink the water of the Prior's Well, believing it a cure for every disease under the sun.

Run into the house and fetch me a jug." "Yes, papa," said Willie, and bounded off.
There was no little brook careering through the garden now--only a few pools here and there--and its channel would soon be dry in the hot sun.
But Willie thought how delightful it was to be able to have one there whenever he pleased.