We passed the stream at length and went on to the mountain-top. What a fair outlying prospect! There was the village below, the church spires, some tall factory chimneys, and beyond it all mountains again. I thought of the hills standing about Jerusalem, and the Lord everywhere, standing about his people.
“O,” exclaimed Fan at length, “we must go back, who will get our dinner?”
“Who will eat it? is a subject for our more serious consideration;” said Winthrop.
“And if—
‘When we get there
The cupboard is bare?’”
“That would be a dire misfortune. By the time we reach the bottom again, we shall be as hungry as bears.”
“You might comfort yourself like the old man of Kilkenny.”
“How was that?” inquired Winthrop.
Stuart’s eyes twinkled with their fun-loving light as he began: