and began to fish
where the waters of the brook were overshadowed by trees.

A little arbor covered by a thatched roof, and having walls of wooden
lattice-work, hidden by creepers climbing over them inside and out,
offered an attractive place of rest on this sheltered side of the
garden. Having brought her work with her, the nursemaid retired to the
summer-house and diligently plied her needle, looking at Kitty from
time to time through the open door. The air was delightfully cool, the
pleasant rippling of the brook fell soothingly on the ear, the seat in
the summer-house received a sitter with the softly-yielding submission
of elastic wires. Susan had just finished her early dinner: in mind and
body alike, this good girl was entirely and deservedly at her ease.
By finely succeeding degrees, her eyelids began to show a tendency
downward; her truant needle-work escaped from her fingers, and lay
lazily on her lap. She snatched it up with a start, and sewed with
severe resolution until her thread was exhausted. The reel was ready at
her side; she took it up for a fresh supply, and innocently rested her
head against the leafy and flowery wall of the arbor. Was it thought
that gradually closed her eyes again? or was it sleep? In either case,
Susan was lost to all sense of passing events; and Susan's breathing
became musically regular, emulous of the musical regularity of the
brook.

As a lesson in patience, the art of angling pursued in a shallow brook
has its moral uses. Kitty fished, and waited, and renewed the bait and
tried again, with a command of temper which would have been a novelty in
Susan's experience, if Susan had been awake. But the end which comes to
all things came also to Kitty's patience. Leaving her rod on the bank,
she let the line and hook take care of themselves, and wandered away in
search of some new amusement.

Lingering here and there to gather flowers from the beds as she passed
them, Kitty was stopped by a shrubbery, with a rustic seat placed near
it, which marked the limits of the garden on that side. The path that
she had been following led her further and further away from the brook,
but still left it well in view. She could see, on her right hand, the
clumsy old wooden bridge which crossed the stream, and served as a means
of communication for the servants and the tradespeople, between the
cottage and the village on the lower ground a mile away.

The child felt hot and tired. She rested her