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 Every wild flower they could think of, and every bird of the air, was to be seen in this beautiful place with the purling stream running down the centre, crossed by innumerable rustic bridges, while far away they could see a fountain ever sending upward its cooling sprays of crystal water.

“I think I shall spend my honeymoon here,” said the Zankiwank. “I have already bought a honeycomb