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They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond,
looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned
it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber-hued belt of
sand-hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the water was a
glory of many shifting hues-the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose
and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever
been found. Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir
and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows. Here
and there a wild plum leaned out from the back like a white-clad girl
tip-toeing to her own reflection. From the marsh at the head of the pond
came the clear, mournfully-sweet chorus of the frogs. There was a little
gray house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and,
although it was not yet quite dark, a light was shining from one of its
windows.
"That's Barry's pond," said Matthew.
"Oh, I don't like that name, either. I shall call it-let me see-the
Lake of Shining Waters. Yes, that is the right name for it. I know because
of the thrill. When I hit on a name that suits exactly it gives me a
thrill. Do things ever give you a thrill?"
Matthew ruminated.
"Well now, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly
white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them."
"Oh, I don't think that can be exactly the same kind of a thrill. Do
you think it can? There doesn't seem to be much connection between grubs
and lakes of shining waters, does there? But why do other people call it
Barry's pond?"
"I reckon because Mr. Barry lives up there in that house. Orchard
Slope's the name of his place. If it wasn't for that big bush behind it
you could see Green Gables from here. But we have to go over the bridge
and round by the road, so it's near half a mile further."
"Has Mr. Barry any little girls? Well, not so very little
either-about my size."
"He's got one about eleven. Her name is Diana."
"Oh!" with a long indrawing of breath. "What a perfectly lovely name!"
"Well now, I dunno. There's something dreadful heathenish about it,
seems to me. I'd ruther Jane or Mary or some sensible name like that. But
when Diana was born there was a schoolmaster boarding there and they gave
him the naming of her and he called her Diana."
"I wish there had been a schoolmaster like that around when I was
born, then. Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes
tight. I'm always afraid going over bridges. I can't help imagining that
perhaps just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a jack-knife
and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when
I think we're getting near the middle. Because, you see, if the bridge DID
crumple up I'd want to SEE it crumple. What a jolly rumble it makes! I
always like the rumble part of it. Isn't it splendid there are so many
things to like in this world? There we're over. Now I'll look back. Good
night, dear Lake of Shining Waters. I always say good night to the things
I love, just as I would to people I think they like it. That water looks
as if it was smiling at me."