Don't you remember bays in your geography?
We can't go across it, but we can go round it, and we shall find the mountains on the other side." Oh! how fast the train seemed to go now that there was something to look at.

Everywhere mountains were beginning to spring up.

And when they had said good-bye to the sea, the mountains began to grow taller and taller.
What had happened to the houses too?
They had all turned white or gray; there was no red one left.

And the fields had stone walls instead of hedges; and inside the walls there were small sheep, about as big as the lambs they had seen near Oxford in the morning.
Oxenholme, Kendal, Windermere.

How glad the tired children were when the train ran slowly down into Windermere station, and they could jump out and say good-bye to it for a long, long time! They had to wait a little, till father had found all the boxes and put them in the carriage that was waiting for them, and then in they tumbled, nurse having first wrapped them up in big shawls, for it was evening now, and the wind had grown cold.