| by Emily and Harry |
On either side of fields crammed with sheaves of barley and rye, there flowed a dark blue ribbon of water. All through the day and even during the hours of night, heavy barges toiled up and down the course of the river. Children ran up and down and round the island. Nobody had ever seen the lady who lived there. They knew that she had a terrible curse upon her meant that if she looked out of the window she would die. She had a mirror which was the only way she could look out of the window. Reapers always reaping early heard her lovely songs cheerily while the river wound clearly below. The people swam in the river by the tower while the lady was busy weaving her tapestry.
