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The Bath of the Birds

BY RICHARD JEFFERIES. saying."

NE morning Sir Bevis went down to the brook. Standing on the brink, he said: "Brook, Brook! what are you singing?

You promised to tell me what you were The brook did not answer, but went on singing.

Bevis listened a minute, and then he picked a willow leaf and threw it into the bubbles and watched it go whirling round and round in the eddies and back up under the fall, where it dived down and presently came up again, and the stream took it and carried it away past the flags. “Brook, Brook!" said Bevis, stamping his foot; "tell me what you are singing."