here and there, singing.

"This," said the little yellow bird, "is the enchanted castle. I live here
all summer, and so do all my friends. Sometimes we bathe in the water, and
sometimes we hide under the flowers. Then, when the water spouts up out of
the top of the castle we all fly away."

And just then, what should happen but that some water began to spurt, then
and there, right out of the top of that big pile of stones. Up, up it
went, in a spray, spreading out at the tops like an umbrella in a rain
storm, and the drops fell with a splash into the basin below. Then Alice
Wibblewobble cried out!

"Why, this isn't an enchanted castle at all!"

"No?" asked the yellow bird, putting its head on one side, so as to see
better. "Why, we always call this our enchanted castle; always."

"No," answered Alice. "It is only a fountain in a stone pile in somebody's
flower garden. I've seen one before, near our house."

"Well, it looks like an enchanted castle," said the bird, "and I'm sure
it's just as pretty as one. Isn't it as good as your fairy prince?"

"Well," replied the little duck girl. "I suppose it is. But it's only
water, such as I swim in."

"Oh, do you swim?" asked the bird. "Do please show me how. I've always
wanted to learn."