She caught the last cold she got before going abroad with sketching it--the day we had a most delightful picnic there, and went about in the punt.

And from that afternoon Arthur made up his mind that his next mill should be a water-mill.
The reason I am no good at helping Arthur about his mills is that I am stupid about machinery; and I was so vexed not to help him, that when I saw a book in the library which I thought would do so, I did not stop to take it out, for it was in four very large volumes, but ran off at once to tell Arthur.
He said, "What _is_ the matter, Mary ?" I said, "Oh, Arthur! I've found a book that will tell you all about mills; and it is the nicest smelling book in the library." "The nicest _smelling_?
What's that got to do with mills ?" "Nothing, of course.

But it's bound in russia, and I am so fond of the smell of russia.

But that's nothing.

It's a Miller's Dictionary, and it is in four huge volumes, 'with plates.' I should think you could look out all about every kind of mill there ever was a miller to." "If the plates give sections and diagrams"-- Arthur began, but I did not hear the rest, for he started off for the library at once, and I ran after him.
But when we got Miller's Dictionary on the floor, how he did tease me! For there was nothing about mills or millers in it.