We're going to the shore some day to gather shells.

We have agreed to call the spring down by the log bridge the Dryad's Bubble.

Isn't that a perfectly elegant name?
I read a story once about a spring called that.

A dryad is sort of a grown-up fairy, I think." "Well, all I hope is you won't talk Diana to death," said Marilla.

"But remember this in all your planning, Anne.