Well and so—­she kept stooping and stooping, and stretching and stretching, and singing to herself all the while, “Sir, she said! sir, she said!  I’m going a milking, sir, she said!” till just as she was ready to tumble in, head first, something jumped out of the bushes behind her, almost touching her as it passed, and went plump into the deepest part of the pool! saying, “Once! once!” with a heavy booming sound, like the tolling of a great bell under water, and afar off.

“Goody gracious! what’s that?” screamed little Ruth Page, and then, the very next moment, she began to laugh and jump and clap her hands, to see what a scampering there was among the poor silly fish, and all for nothing! said she; for out came a great good-natured bull-frog, with an eye like a bird, and a big bell-mouth, and a back all frosted over with precious stones, and dripping with sunshine; and there he sat looking at her awhile, as if he wanted to frighten her away; and then he opened his great lubberly mouth at her, and bellowed out, “Once! once!” and vanished.

“Luddy tuddy! who cares for you?” said little Ruth; and so, having got over her fright, she began to creep to the edge of the bank once more, and look down into the deep water, to see what had become of the little fish that were so plentiful there, and so happy but a few minutes before.  But they were all gone, and the water was as still as death; and while she sat looking into it, and waiting for them to come back, and wondering why they should he so frightened at nothing but a bull-frog, which they must have seen a thousand times, the poor little simpletons! and thinking she should like to catch one of the smallest and carry it home to her little baby-brother, all at once a soft shadow fell upon the water, and the scented wind blew her smooth hair all into her eyes, and as she put up both hands in a hurry to pull it away, she heard something like a whisper close to her ear, saying, “Twice! twice!” and just then the trailing branch of a tree swept over the turf, and filled the whole air with a storm of blossoms, and she heard the same low whisper repeated close at her ear, saying, “Twice! twice!” and then she happened to look down into the water,—­and what do you think she saw there?

“Goody gracious, mamma! is that you?” said poor little Ruth; and up she jumped, screaming louder than ever, and looking all about her, and calling, “Mamma, mamma!  I see you, mamma! you needn’t hide, mamma!” But no mamma was to be found.

“Well, if that isn’t the strangest thing!” said little Ruth, at last, after listening a few minutes, on looking all round everywhere, and up into the trees, and away off down the river-path, and then toward the house.  “If I didn’t think I saw my dear good mamma’s face in the water, as plain as day, and if I didn’t hear something whisper in my ear and say, “Twice! twice!”—­and then she stopped, and held her breath, and listened