We're going to the mountains.

Uncle Richard has lent father and mother his own nice house among the mountains and we're all going there next week--such a long way in the train, Milly." "What are mountains ?" said Olly, who had scarcely ever seen a hill higher than the church steeple.

"They can't be so nice as the sea, mother.

Nothing can." "They're humps, Olly," answered Milly eagerly.

"Great, big humps of earth, you know; earth mixed with stone.