Hero sat next the window, and looked out anxiously, as the little mountain engine toiled up the steep ascent, nearer and nearer to the top.
It was noon when they reached the hotel on the summit where they stopped for lunch.
"How solemn it makes you feel to be up so high above all the world!" said Lloyd, in an awed tone, as they walked around that afternoon, and took turns looking through the great telescope, at the valley spread out like a map below them.
"How tiny the lake looks, and the town is like a toy village! I thought that the top of a mountain went up to a fine point like a church steeple, and that there wouldn't be a place to stand on when you got there.

Seems that way when you look up at it from the valley.

It doesn't seem possible that it is big enough to have hotels built on it and lots and lots of room left ovah.

When the Majah said to Hero, in such a solemn way, 'Take good care of thy little Christine, let no harm befall her this day,' I thought maybe he wanted Hero to hold my dress in his teeth, so that I couldn't fall off." Mrs.Sherman laughed and Mr.Sherman said, "Do you know that you are actually up above the clouds?
What seems to be mist, rolling over the valley down there like a dense fog, is really cloud.

In a short time we shall not be able to see through it." "Oh, oh!" cried the Little Colonel, in astonishment.