"Yes," sez I, in a very polite way, - I will be polite, "the water
is good, first rate."

But at that very minute, word come to her that she had company,
and she sot sail homewards immegetly, and to once.

And now I don't care anything for the last word, some wimmen do,
but I don't. But I sez to her, as I watched her a goin' down the
stairway, steppin' out like a girl almost, sez I, "How well you do
seem, Aunt Polly; and I lay a good deal on't to that air."

Now who would have thought she would speak out from the bottom of
the stairway and say, "No, it is the water?"

Wall, the water is good, there haint no doubt, and anyway, through
the water and the air, and bein' took out of her home cares, and
old surroundin's onto a brght happy place, the change in Polly
Pixley is sunthin' to be wondered at.

Yes, the water is good. And it is dretful smart, knowin' water
too. Why, wouldn't anybody think that when it all comes from the
same place, or pretty nigh the same place anyway, that they would
get kinder flustrated and mixed up once in a while?

But they don't. These hundreds and thousands of years, and I
don't know how much longer, they have kep' themselves separate
from each other, livin' nigh neighbors there down under the
ground, but never neighborin' with each other, or intermarryin' in
each other's families. No, they have kep' themselves apart,