It was when little Cynthia had diphtheria--she's named after me, you know, and Henry he thought--But I don't like the staring kind like these; and somehow those buildings, which the conductor says are not buildings but rocks, make my flesh creep." "They'd be scrumptious places to repel attacks of Indians from," observed Phil; "two or three scouts with breech-loaders up on that scarlet wall there could keep off a hundred Piutes." "I don't feel that way a bit," Clover was saying to Mrs.Watson.

"I like the color, it's so rich; and I think the mountains are perfectly beautiful.

If St.Helen's is like this I am going to like it, I know." St.Helen's, when they reached it, proved to be very much "like this," only more so, as Phil remarked.

The little settlement was built on a low plateau facing the mountains, and here the plain narrowed, and the beautiful range, seen through the clear atmosphere, seemed only a mile or two away, though in reality it was eight or ten.

To the east the plain widened again into great upland sweeps like the Kentish Downs, with here and there a belt of black woodland, and here and there a line of low bluffs.