My mother has taken to her berth with ice on her temples." "Headache! No, indeed.

This air is too delicious.

I feel as though I could dance all the way from here to the Black Canyon." "You don't look as if your head ached, or anything," said Mr.Wade, staring at Clover admiringly.

Her cheeks were pink with excitement, her eyes full of light and exhilaration.
"Oh dear! we are beginning to go down," she cried, watching one of the beautiful peaks of the Sangre de Cristos as it dipped out of sight.

"I think I could find it in my heart to cry, if it were not that to-morrow we are coming up again." So down, down, down they went.