The path was a winding one , so narrow that the girls walked in single file and even then the fir boughs brushed their faces . Under the firs were velvety cushions of moss , and further on , where the trees were smaller and fewer , the ground was rich in a variety of green growing things . `` What a lot of elephant 's ears , '' exclaimed Diana . `` I 'm going to pick a big bunch , they 're so pretty . '' `` How did such graceful feathery things ever come to have such a dreadful name ? '' asked Priscilla . `` Because the person who first named them either had no imagination at all or else far too much , '' said Anne , `` Oh , girls , look at that ! '' `` That '' was a shallow woodland pool in the center of a little open glade where the path ended . Later on in the season it would be dried up and its place filled with a rank growth of ferns ; but now it was a glimmering placid sheet , round as a saucer and clear as crystal . A ring of slender young birches encircled it and little ferns fringed its margin . `` HOW sweet ! '' said Jane . `` Let us dance around it like wood-nymphs , '' cried Anne , dropping her basket and extending her hands . But the dance was not a success for the ground was boggy and Jane 's rubbers came off . `` You ca n't be a wood-nymph if you have to wear rubbers , '' was her decision . `` Well , we must name this place before we leave it , '' said Anne , yielding to the indisputable logic of facts . `` Everybody suggest a name and we 'll draw lots . Diana ? '' `` Birch Pool , '' suggested Diana promptly . `` Crystal Lake , '' said Jane .
Anne , standing behind them , implored Priscilla with her eyes not XXXXX perpetrate another such name and Priscilla rose to the occasion with `` Glimmer-glass . ''
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