And now suppose we go first of all to see Mrs.Wheeler, and gardener's two little children.

They live in that cottage over there, across the brook, and the two little ones have just been peeping over the wall to try and get a look at you." Up clambered Milly and Olly along a steep path that seemed to take them up into the mountain, when suddenly they turned, and there was another river, but such a tiny river, Milly could almost jump across it, and it was tumbling and leaping down the rocks on its way to the big river which they had just seen, as if it were a little child hurrying to its mother.
"Why, mother, what a lot of rivers," said Olly, running on to a little bridge that had been built across the little stream, and looking over.
"Just to begin with," said Mrs.Norton.

"You'll see plenty more before you've done.

But I can't have you calling this a river, Olly.

These baby rivers are called becks in Westmoreland--some of the big ones, too, indeed." On the other side of the little bridge was the gardener's cottage, and in front of the door stood two funny fair-haired little children with their fingers in their mouths, staring at Milly and Olly.