1 82 My Favourite Summer- Houses. 



The next picture takes us further afield still to Suf- 

 folk. Oh, the delights of that little farm-house, with its 

 back to the water, in which we fished day by day, and saw 

 the sun set gloriously behind the gentle hills. The water, 

 here drawn off into a lade to work a little mill below, 

 kept up a slumbrous sound like a lullaby as it fell with 

 a fine dreamy effect, and would you believe it, imparted 

 some sense of coolness even in the warmest day, for it 

 always set some wind stirring with refreshing"effect[? 



Falling water ! Minnehaha laughing water ! is that not 

 what the sound always suggests ? Yes, laughing water ! 

 how it foamed and bubbled as it fell, lingered for a 

 moment, as it were, and then, gathering itself together, 

 went on, composed and steady, singing its undersong, 

 to do its work, to flow on the mill-wheel and grind the 

 corn, throwing off, as it did so, diamonds in millions, 

 forming and flashing as it went, rising, falling, falling, 

 rising, for ever " a thing of beauty and a joy for ever ; " 

 the green hues on the old wheel sending a reflected 



