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ONLY a few hours and our young traveller found herself in another world. They were climbing the mountain; that is, the engine was climbing, but he was such a powerful creature, with so strong a pair of lungs, that he made no trouble whatever about it, and Dilly would not have known it was other than level ground but for the display which suddenly caught her eye from the car window. A deep, deep gorge, so deep that there seemed to her to be no bottom; and apparently it grew deeper every moment, as indeed it did, for she ascended higher; as for the picture spread around her, the lovely greens of the distant trees, the play of sunlight and shadow near at hand, the trickling of water down the mountain side, it would have been of no use for Dilly to try to describe it; it is almost as little use for me to try to tell how it made her feel; she drew deep breaths occasionally, and a lovely pink color spread over her face; but for the rest, she was still.
Ethel invited her to a frolic in vain; the solemn mountains had gotten possession of her.