'Now I can turn my eyes toward the[9. house/mill/time] again, and watch the unresting wheel sending out its diamond jets of water.
That little [10. boy/mill/girl] is watching it too; she has been standing on just the same spot at the edge of the water ever since I paused on the bridge.
And that queer white cur with the brown ear seems to be leaping and barking in ineffectual remonstrance with the[11. girl/wheel/riverside] ;
perhaps he is jealous because his playfellow in the beaver bonnet is so rapt in its [12. movement/turn/water] .
It is time the little playfellow went in, I think; and there is a very bright fire to tempt her: the red light shines out under the[13. red/deepening/dark] grey of the sky.
It is time, too, for me to leave off[14. putting/leaving/resting] my arms
on the cold stone of this [15. statue/bridge/gate] ...
'Ah, my arms are really benumbed. I have been pressing my elbows on the arms of my chair and dreaming that I was standing on the bridge in front of Dorlcote Mill as it looked one February afternoon many years ago.'