"This is fine!" he said to himself. "This is better than whitewashing!" - Kenneth Grahame

Thence, even as he gazed, a tiny column of smoke rose straight up into the still air.

stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly.

Truly wise men called on each element alike to minister to their joy, and while the touch of sun-bathed air, the fragrance of garden soil, the ductible qualities of mud, and the spark-whirling rapture of playing with fire, had each their special charm, they did not overlook the bliss of getting their feet wet.