The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring . '' The latch of the gate clicked under the Story Girl 's hand , and the next moment we were in the King orchard . CHAPTER III . LEGENDS OF THE OLD ORCHARD Outside of the orchard the grass was only beginning to grow green ; but here , sheltered by the spruce hedges from uncertain winds and sloping to southern suns , it was already like a wonderful velvet carpet ; the leaves on the trees were beginning to come out in woolly , grayish clusters ; and there were purple-pencilled white violets at the base of the Pulpit Stone . `` It 's all just as father described it , '' said Felix with a blissful sigh , `` and there 's the well with the Chinese roof . '' We hurried over to it , treading on the spears of mint that were beginning to shoot up about it . It was a very deep well , and the curb was of rough , undressed stones . Over it , the queer , pagoda-like roof , built by Uncle Stephen on his return from a voyage to China , was covered with yet leafless vines . `` It 's so pretty , when the vines leaf out and hang down in long festoons , '' said the Story Girl . `` The birds build their nests in it . A pair of wild canaries come here every summer . And ferns grow out between the stones of the well as far down as you can see . The water is lovely . Uncle Edward preached his finest sermon about the Bethlehem well where David 's soldiers went to get him water , and he illustrated it by describing his old well at the homestead -- this very well -- and how in foreign lands he had longed for its sparkling water . So you see it is quite famous . '' `` There 's a cup just like the one that used to be here in father 's time , '' exclaimed Felix , pointing to an old-fashioned shallow cup of clouded blue ware on a little shelf inside the curb . `` It is the very same cup , '' said the Story Girl impressively . `` Is n't it an amazing thing ? That cup has been here for forty years , and hundreds of people have drunk from it , and it has never been broken . Aunt Julia dropped it down the well once , but they fished it up , not hurt a bit except for that little nick in the rim .
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