God grant that the day may come when in front of the dwellings of the poor we may see real fountains -- not like the drinking-fountains, useful as they are, which you see here and there about the streets, with a tiny dribble of water to a great deal of expensive stone, but real fountains, which shall leap, and sparkle, and plash, and gurgle, and fill the place with life and light and coolness; and sing in the people's ears the sweetest of all earthly songs -- save the song of a mother over her child -- the song of "The Laughing Water."

The Air Mothers. 1872.