CHAPTER II 



The Story of Willow Brook 



THE boy with a dinner pail sat on the end 

 of a little rustic bridge, dangling his bare feet 

 over the cool water and listening to the pleas- 

 ant murmur of the stream. 



Above, and about him was a canopy of 

 willow and alder bushes, and beneath was a 

 deep trout-haunted pool. An occasional sun- 

 beam pierced the green coverlet of alder and 

 willow and fell upon the rippling, dimpling 

 water. Where it slanted down through the 

 green it was a pencil of gold, but where it 

 touched the water it broke into many rainbow 

 hues. 



A dragon fly with jewelled eyes and iri- 

 descent wings hummed viciously through, 

 under the bridge, causing the boy to draw up 



