It was not unlike a small Niagara in its way. For a distance back of the
edge the waters of the little river bubbled and foamed over rough rocks.
Then came a smooth stretch and, suddenly, the waters plunged over the
broken ledge, falling about seventy feet to the lake below where they
made a pool of foam.
"Isn't it wonderful?" murmured Mother Brown.
"It certainly is a beautiful picture," came from Mr. Brown.
"It's the prettiest little fall I've ever seen," added Uncle Tad.
Sue said nothing for a minute. Both she and Bunny were looking at the
waterfall closely. Then Sue began to wrap a shawl, which she had brought
along, over her Teddy bear.
"What's the matter?" asked Mother Brown.
"It's like rain all over Sallie Malinda," answered the little girl. "I
don't want her to catch cold, for she might not shine her 'lectric eyes
any more."
"That's all Sue seems to care about the fall," laughed Mother Brown in a
whisper to her husband.
As for Bunny, he seemed to think them quite wonderful--for a time. He
stood as near the edge as his father would let him, looking up the
rapids down which the waters rushed, to fall over the rocky edge,
dropping in a smother of foam to the blue lake below.
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