quieter. It rose steadily up the barricade of logs. It widened beautifully, Henry could not sit still. "It slopes!" he cried. "See how clear it is! And still! See how still it is!"
And then the water began to overflow the logs. It spilled over the top with a delightful curve. And on the other side it formed a second waterfall—not high and narrow and graceful like the natural fall above, but very low and wide. "Just like a regular mill dam," said Henry.
He held the measuring stick out as far as he could and plunged it into the water. It lacked an inch of being three feet deep.
"Deep enough," he declared.
In fact it looked so deep that Benny could not conceal a slight fear.
"That's the beauty of the slope," observed Jess. "Benny can wade in just as far as he wants to, and no farther. We all know what the bed of the pool is like—no holes or stones."
The girls had to leave to prepare dinner, but Henry could not be persuaded to leave the wonderful swimming pool. "I'd rather swim than eat," he said.
Luckily for the children, their supply of
