The river was not very wide, but the water was deep and clear and
swift and the continual swish-swish of its passage over rocks and
between foliage-laden banks made a pleasant, even sound that was
deliciously restful and refreshing.
"Oh, if we could only get down right into the very middle of it and
let those little ripples wash over us forever and forever!" sighed
Grace ecstatically.
"She would a little mermaid be!" sang Betty, as she slipped down to
the very edge of the water and leaned over to catch her reflection in
the bright depths of it. "But honestly, Mollie, isn't there any place
in the river where we can swim?"
"It looks too swift for good swimming to me--" began Grace, but Mollie
stopped her with a mysterious finger to her lips.
"Hush, my pretty one, not a word," said the latter, beginning to pick
her way daintily along the river bank. "Follow me and you will wear
diamonds, or seaweed, or whatever it is that mermaids wear. And don't
fall over, whatever you do," she turned around to caution them, "The
river is so swift here that I don't believe even the strongest swimmer
would have a chance.
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