"Oh, brook! Oh, foolish and tiresome little brook!" cried Pearl, after listening awhile to its talk, "Why art thou so sad?
But the brook, in the course of its little lifetime among the forest trees, had gone through so solemn an experience that it could not help talking about it, and seemed to have nothing else to say.
"A brook," quoth Uncle Blair, "is the most changeful, bewitching, lovable thing in the world.
It was indeed a changeful brook; here it would make a pool, dark and brooding and still, where we bent to look at our mirrored faces; then it grew communicative and gossiped shallowly over a broken pebble bed where there was a diamond dance of sunbeams and no troutling or minnow could glide through without being seen.
The schoolhouse stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook
running close by, and a formidable birch-tree growing at one end of it.
Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde's husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook
field away over by Green Gables.
The fresh wind bore them gently on, and soon they stood again beside the brook
, whose waves danced brightly as if to welcome them.
The fact is that a very singular train of events has occurred recently at my house in Brook
Street, and to-night they came to such a head that I felt it was quite impossible for me to wait another hour before asking for your advice and assistance."
As for me, I was so astonished that I did not at first see what was going on by the brook
; but when I did look there was a sad sight; two fine horses were down, one was struggling in the stream, and the other was groaning on the grass.
Tess had spoken to her husband from the doorway, without entering the dining-room, and Mrs Brooks
, who stood within the partly-closed door of her own sitting-room at the back of the passage, could hear fragments of the conversation--if conversation it could be called--between those two wretched souls.
But when within thy wave she looks - Which glistens then, and trembles - Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles; For in my heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies - His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes.
I was quite relieved to find that it was only Brooks
of Sheffield; for, at first, I really thought it was I.