The Carpenter's Daughter
by Anna Bartlett Warner
17 May, 2019
Down in a little hollow, with the sides grown full of wild thorn, alder bushes, and stunted cedars, ran the stream of a clear spring. It ran over a bed of pebbly stones, showing everyone as if there had been no water there, so clear it was; and it ra
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Down in a little hollow, with the sides grown full of wild thorn, alder bushes, and stunted cedars, ran the stream of a clear spring. It ran over a bed of pebbly stones, showing everyone as if there had been no water there, so clear it was; and it ran with a sweet soft murmur or gurgle over the stones as if singing to itself and the bushes as it ran. Less