A Child's Journey With Dickens #220081

The loveliest rivers in the world. When we clambered down the steep bank to the little cove that was just beneath our bedroom Windows, We found ourselves facing a sheet of crystal water as quiet as a lake, a lake from the shores of which we could set any sort of adventure afloat; yet scarcely three hundred feet away was a roaring waterfall, a baby Niagara, which, after dashing over the dam in a magnificent tawny torrent, spent itself in a wild stream that made a path between rocky cliffs until it reached the sea, eight miles away. No child could. Be lonely who lived on the brink of such a river; and then we had, beside.