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Wonder was one of those little girls that seem to know all the meanings of life, while yet struggling with the alphabet of its unimportant words. The soul of such a child is, of all things, the most mysterious. WONDER WAS ONE OF THOSE LITTLE GIRLS THAT SEEMED TO KNOW ALL THE MEANINGS OF LIFE WHILE YET STRUGGLING WITH THE ALPHABET OF ITS UNIMPORTANT WORDS THE SOUL OF SUCH A CHILD IS OF ALL THINGS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS
the other. Once, it was said, when the earth of those parts had been rich in iron, these ponds had driven great hammers,—but long before the memory of the oldest cottager they had rested from their labours, and lived only the life of beauty and silence. Where iron had once been was now the wild rose, and the grim wounds of the earth had been healed by the kisses of five hundred springs. About these ponds stole many a secret path, veined with clumsy roots, shadowed with the thick bush of many a clustering parasite, and echoing sometimes beneath from the hollowed shelter of coot or water-rat. Lilies floated in circles about the ponds, like the crowns of sunken queens, and sometimes a bird broke the silence with a frightened cry. It was here that Beatrice and Wonder would often take their morning walk,—Wonder, though but a little girl of four, having grown more and more of a companion to her mother, since Antony's love for Silencieux. A morning in August the two were walking hand in hand.  OVERFLOWS FROM ONE POND TO THE OTHER ONCE IT WAS SAID WHEN THE EARTH OF THOSE PARTS HAD BEEN RICH IN IRON THESE PONDS HAD DRIVEN GREAT HAMMERS BUT LONG BEFORE THE MEMORY OF THE OLDEST COTTAGER THEY HAD RESTED FROM THEIR LABOURS AND LIVED ONLY THE LIFE OF BEAUTY AND SILENCE WHERE IRON HAD ONCE BEEN WAS NOW THE WILD ROSE AND THE GRIM WOUNDS OF THE EARTH HAD BEEN HEALED BY THE KISSES OF FIVE HUNDRED SPRINGS ABOUT THESE PONDS STOLE MANY A SECRET PATH VEINED WITH CLUMSY ROOTS SHADOWED WITH THE THICK BUSH OF MANY A CLUSTERING PARASITE AND ECHOING SOMETIMES BENEATH FROM THE HOLLOWED SHELTER OF COOCH OR WATER RAT LILIES FLOATED IN CIRCLES ABOUT THE PONDS LIKE CROWNS OF SUNKEN QUEENS AND SOMETIMES A BIRD BROKE THE SILENCE WITH A FRIGHTENED CRY IT WAS HERE THAT BEATRICE AND WONDER WOULD OFTEN TAKE THEIR MORNING WALK WONDER THOUGH BUT A LITTLE GIRL OF FOUR HAVING GROWN MORE AND MORE OF A COMPANION TO HER MOTHER SINCE ANTONY'S LOVE FOR SULAJIO A MORNING IN AUGUST THE TWO WERE WALKING HAND IN HAND
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