"That is why we call it the Wonder Spring: every two hours it gushes out, and then subsides again." Blanka shook her head doubtfully, and, as if to make the most of the water still remaining in the basin, she used her hand as a ladle and dipped up enough to quench the thirst of her pair of fowls--for her valuable present had not been left behind.
Meanwhile Aaron had spread the lunch on the green table-cloth provided by good dame Nature, and had begun to cut, with his silver-mounted clasp-knife, a generous portion for each traveller.

But Blanka declared herself less hungry than thirsty.
"The saints have but to wish, and their desires are fulfilled," was Zenobia's laughing rejoinder.

"Even the barren rocks yield nectar.

Hear that! The spring is going to flow in a moment." A gurgling sound was heard from the cavernous opening behind the beech-tree, and presently an abundant stream of crystal-clear water burst forth, flooded the basin, and then went leaping and foaming over the rocks and down the mountainside into the ravine below.

Blanka clapped her hands with delight at this beautiful appearance, and declared that if she were rich, she would build a house there and ask for no other amusement than to watch the spring when it flowed.