"My knowledge informs me that the bath was innocent of that misfortune, which was caused by quite another sort of sin." "These are brave words--but--but right welcome, if they be true." "They are true, indeed.

Let me build the bath again, Father.
Let me build it again, and the fountain shall flow forever." "You promise this ?--you promise it?
Say the word--say you promise it!" "I do promise it." "Then will I have the first bath myself! Go--get ye to your work.
Tarry not, tarry not, but go." I and my boys were at work, straight off.

The ruins of the old bath were there yet in the basement of the monastery, not a stone missing.

They had been left just so, all these lifetimes, and avoided with a pious fear, as things accursed.

In two days we had it all done and the water in--a spacious pool of clear pure water that a body could swim in.