What masses of white foam it makes, and what wreaths of spray; and see! ever so much of the Ham is under water.

How it sparkles in the sun." "John, you like looking at anything pretty." "Ah! don't I!" cried he, with his whole heart.

My heart leaped too, to see him so happy.
"You can't think how fine this is from my window; I have watched it for a week.

Every morning the water seems to have made itself a fresh channel.

Look at that one, by the willow-tree--how savagely it pours!" "Oh, we at Norton Bury are used to floods." "Are they ever very serious ?" "Have been--but not in my time.