The woman took the little girl by the hand and began to present the glamour of that magic place. In that huge courtyard of that school, of that charming palace, for Elmbridge School looked like that, at one point they came in front of a fountain. Elizabeth had never seen such a wonderful fountain before, and not because the only fountain she knew was the one made of stones laid on top of one another, from which she would draw water with Dorothy whenever their turn was to fill heavy buckets ...