No one could long be cross to Leila.

Even her resolute aunt was sometimes defeated by her unconquerable sweetness.
"I am so sorry for you, John," she said.
"Well, I am not, Leila, if you mean that Uncle Jim was hard on me." "Yes, he was, and I mean to tell him--I do." "Please not." She said nothing in the way of reply, but only, "Let us go and see the spring." "Well, come along." They wandered far into the untouched forest.

"Ah! here it is," she cried.
A spring of water ran out from among the anchoring roots of a huge black spruce.

He stood gazing down at it.
"Oh, Leila, isn't it wonderful ?" "Were you never here before, John ?" "No, never.

It seems as if it was born out of the tree.