"You can see dogs in Lloydsboro Valley any day." "But none like Hero," cried the Little Colonel, loyally.

"And I _am_ noticin' the sights, Papa Jack.

I think there was nevah anything moah beautiful than these mountains, and I just love it heah when it is so sunny and still.

Listen to the goat-bells tinklin' away up yondah where that haymakah is climbing with a pack of hay tied on his shouldahs! And how deep and sweet the church-bell sounds down heah in the valley as it tolls across the watah! The lake looks as blue as the sapphires in mothah's necklace.

The pictuah it makes for me is one of the loveliest things that my wondah-ball has unrolled.