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THE pool below the waterfall reflected the faint skyline of the fringing trees on the far side. To-night there was no moon whatever, but the stars hung only just out of reach in the low sky. Towards the fall itself the mirrored images of the stars and of the skyline were lost in the ripples--as the children looked farther, towards the remote, shallower end, warm stars took their being, first in swaying streaks of gold, then in curious, small ellipses, and finally in steadier, only slightly swaying points.
The sibilant purr of the fall sounded continuously, like a background of thoughts which cannot be denied entrance to the conscious mind.