It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home . Oh , is n't that pretty ! '' They had driven over the crest of a hill . Below them was a pond , looking almost like a river so long and winding was it . A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end , where an amber-hued belt of sand-hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond , the water was a glory of many shifting hues -- the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green , with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found . Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows . Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white-clad girl tip-toeing to her own reflection . From the marsh at the head of the pond came the clear , mournfully-sweet chorus of the frogs . There was a little gray house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and , although it was not yet quite dark , a light was shining from one of its windows . `` That 's Barry 's pond , '' said Matthew . `` Oh , I do n't like that name , either . I shall call it -- let me see -- the Lake of Shining Waters . Yes , that is the right name for it . I know because of the thrill . When I hit on a name that suits exactly it gives me a thrill . Do things ever give you a thrill ? '' Matthew ruminated . `` Well now , yes . It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds . I hate the look of them . ''
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