"Here we are at the top." And then, all of a sudden, instead of only the green mountain and the sheep, they could see far away on the other side of the mountain.

There, all round them, were numbers of other mountains; and below, at their feet, were houses and trees and fields, while straight in front lay a great big blue lake stretching away ever so far, till it seemed to be lost in the sky.
"Look, look, mother!" cried Milly, clapping her hands, "there's Windermere lake, the lake we saw when we were coming from the station.
Look at that steamer, with all the people on board! What funny little black people.

And oh, mother, look at that little boat over there! How can people go out in such a weeny boat as that ?" "It isn't such a weeny boat, Milly.

It only looks so small because it's such a long way off.

When father and I take you and Olly on the lake, we shall go in a boat just like that.