That was a nice drive home among the mountains.

How tall and dark and quiet they were.

And what was this shining on their left hand, like a white face running beside them, and peeping from behind the trees?
Why, it was a lake; a great wide lake, with tiny boats upon it, some with white sails and some without.
"Mother! mother! may we go in those boats some day ?" shouted Olly, in a little sharp tired voice, and his mother smiled at him, and said--"Yes, very likely." How happy mother looked.

She knew all the mountains like old friends, she could tell all their names; and every now and then, when they came to a house, she and father would begin to talk about the people who lived in it, just as if they were talking about people they knew quite well.

And now came a little town, the town of Wanwick mother called it, right among the mountains, with a river running round it, and a tall church spire.