I think she was at least as happy as I, and from time to time we both wished with all our hearts that "the other girls" could be there too.

The least wisely managed of respectable schools has this good point, that it enlarges one's sympathies and friendships! We wandered some little way up the Ewden, as Eleanor called the river, and then, coming to a clear, running bit of stream, with a big grey boulder on the bank hard by to leave our shoes and stockings on, we took these off, and also our hats, and, kilting up our petticoats, plunged bravely into the stream.
"Wet your head!" shouted Eleanor; and following her example, as well as I could for laughing, and for the needful efforts to keep my feet, I dabbled my head liberally with water scooped up in the palms of my hands.
"Oh!" I cried, "how strong the water is, and how deliciously cold it is! And oh, look at the little fishes! They're all round my feet.

And oh, Eleanor, call the dogs, they're knocking me down! How hard the stones are, and oh, how slippery!" I fell against a convenient boulder, and Eleanor turned back, the dogs raging and splashing around her.
"I hope you're not treading on the Batrachosperma ?" she said, anxiously.
"What is it ?" I cried.
"It's what I've chiefly come in for," said she.

"I want some to lay out.
It's a water-weed; a fresh-water alga, you know, like seaweed, only a fresh-water plant.

I'm looking for the stone it grew near.