In late 50′s my grandmother read to me many times a book checked out from our local public library. It was about a little girl who broke her leg. Someone would carry her outside every day and she spent the summer in a hammock beside a brook. She made friends with the small animals. She mesmerized them with her soothing voice. Maybe that’s where the brook comes in – her voice was like a flowing brook. I don’t remember the little girl’s name or any other details. I have had several librarians through the years be on the lookout for the book, but no one has identified it yet.