I never shall want to be in mine except when I am dressing or asleep.

I shall sit here with you all the time; and isn't it lovely that we have those enchanting mountains just before our eyes?
I never saw anything in my life that I liked so much as I do that one." It was Cheyenne Mountain at which she pointed, the last of the chain, and set a little apart, as it were, from the others.

There is as much difference between mountains as between people, as mountain-lovers know, and like people they present characters and individualities of their own.
The noble lines of Mount Cheyenne are full of a strange dignity; but it is dignity mixed with an indefinable charm.

The canyons nestle about its base, as children at a parent's knee; its cedar forests clothe it like drapery; it lifts its head to the dawn and the sunset; and the sun seems to love it best of all, and lies longer on it than on the other peaks.
Clover did not analyze her impressions, but she fell in love with it at first sight, and loved it better and better all the time that she stayed at St.Helen's.

"Dr.Hope and Mount Cheyenne were our first friends in the place," she used to say in after-days.
"How nice it is to be by ourselves!" said Phil, as he lay comfortably on the sofa watching Clover unpack.