Many of the horses had silver-mounted harnesses, and on their necks stood up little silver trees, branching out into sleigh-bells, and sprinkling the air with merry music.
"See, children, let us ride in this beautiful sleigh; it is shaped like a Spanish gondola, and we ought to have music as we float." "Fly can sing the 'Shepherd's Pipe coming over the Mountains,'" said Dotty; and forthwith the child began to warble the softest, sweetest music from her wonderful little throat.

Dotty queried privately why it should be called the shepherd's _pipe_: how could a shepherd smoke while he sang?
"O, how beautiful!" said everybody, when the music ceased.
They meant that everything was beautiful.

The air was so balmy, and the sky so soft, that you might fancy the sun was walking in his sleep, writing his dreams on the white clouds.
"Splendid!" exclaimed Fly, forgetting, perhaps, that she was not a flying-fish, and trying to dive head first out of the gondola.
"Tell me, children, if you don't think our Park is very fine ?" "Yes'm," was the faint reply in chorus.
"Why don't you say, 'We never saw the like before ?'" "O, we have, you know, ma'am," said Prudy; "it's just like riding round Willow-brook." "Fie! don't tell me there's anything so beautiful in Maine! I expect you to be enchanted every step of the way.

Look at this pond, with, the swans sailing on it." "O, yes; those are beauties," cried Dotty; "I never saw any but cotton flannel ones before.

But do you think the pond is as pretty as Bottomless Pond, Prudy, where Uncle Henry goes for pitcher-plants ?" "You prosy little creature," said Mrs.Pragoff, laughing; "I am afraid you don't admire these picturesque rocks and tree-stumps as you should." Dotty thought this was certainly a jest.
"Pity there's so many.