The strong, bubbling current bore it upward, and it danced and sparkled and turned its sides of mimic silver, first one way and then the other, as if rejoicing in its liberty.
Richard laughed, his old merry laugh, and jumping on the rock over which the waters were leaping, caught the pail, and waved it as a trophy over his head.

Then stooping down he filled it to the brim, gave one spring to the spot where I stood, whirled the bucket upside down and set it down on the grass without spilling a drop.
"That is too large and heavy for you to carry, Gabriella," said he.
"Look at the palm of your hand, there is quite a red groove there made by that iron handle." "Never mind," I answered, twisting my handkerchief carelessly round the tingling palm, "I must get used to it.

Peggy is sick and there is no one to carry water now but myself.

When she is well, she will never let me do any thing of the kind." "You should not," said he, decidedly.

"You are not strong enough,--you must get another servant .-- I will inquire in the village myself this morning, and send you one." "O no, my mother would never consent to a stranger coming into the family.