They seemed to be a sort of stepping-stones to the great, snow-crowned mountains, that towered sharply beyond.

The pond that nestled in among the trees at the foot of the Kleiner Berg was called the Kleiner Berg Basin.

It was a beautiful sheet of water, small and still and sheltered, and a great resort of pleasure-seekers because of the clouds of white and golden lilies that floated over it in the hot summer months.

Mr.Breynton owned a boat there, which was kept locked to a tiny wharf under the trees, and was very often used by the children, although Tom declared it was no better to fish in than a wash-tub; as a Vermont boy, used to the trout-brooks up among the mountains, would be likely to think.
"What's that ?" asked Gypsy, as they neared the wharf.
"Looks as much like a little green monkey as anything," said Tom, making a tube of his hands to look through.

"It's in the boat, whatever it is." "It's a green-and-white gingham monkey," said Gypsy, suddenly, "with a belt, and brown pants, and a cap on wrong side before." "The little----, he may just walk home anyhow," observed Tom, in his autocratic style.