"Houses!" answered George; "those are houses! Don't you recognise, little sister, the capital of the Duchy of the Clarides? It is quite a big town; it has three streets, of which one is paved. We passed through it last week to go to the Hermitage. Don't you remember it?"
"And that winding stream?"
"That's the river. Look at the old stone bridge over there."
"The bridge under which we fished for lobsters?"
"The very one, which has in the recess the statue of the 'Headless Woman,' but you cannot see her from here because she is too small."
"I remember. Why has she no head?"
"Probably because she has lost it."
Without saying whether the explanation satisfied her, Bee kept her eyes fixed on the distance.
"Little brother, little brother, do you see what is shining near the blue mountains? It is the lake."
"It's the lake!"