Count how many you can see all round." "One, two, three, five," counted Olly.

"What great big humps! Should we be able to touch the sky if we got up to the top of that one, mother ?" and he pointed to a great blue mountain where the clouds seemed to be resting on the top.
"Well, if you were up there just now, you would be all among the clouds, and it would seem like a white fog all round you.

So you would be touching the clouds at any rate." Olly opened his eyes very wide at the idea of touching the clouds.
"Why, mother, we can't touch the clouds at home!" "That comes of living in a country as flat as a pancake," said Mr.
Norton.

"Just you wait till we can buy a tame mountain, and carry it to Willingham with us.

Then we'll put it down in the middle of the garden, and the clouds will come down to sit on the top of it just as they do here.