The child shivered and her eyes widened.
"You'd better go on with the 'Water Babies,'" said John. "Has Tom fallen into the river yet?"
"No, he's just seen himself in the mirror," answered Lydia, burying her nose in the delectable tale again.
"It's a wonderful story," said Levine, his black eyes reminiscent.
"'Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;
* * * * * *
Undefiled, for the undefiled;
Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child.'
It has some unforgettable verse in it. Well, as I was saying, Amos, that timber isn't going to stay up there and rot—because, I'm going to get it out of there!"
"How?" asked Amos.
"Act of Congress, maybe. Maybe a railroad will get a permit to go through, eh? There are several ways. We'll die rich, yet, Amos."