"Don't go too near the edge," warned Mrs. Rose as her husband and the two girls went to peer over the edge of the precipice.
"No, indeed!" he returned, "but Dolly must see down in the chasm. Here, Dot, you show her how."
So Dotty lay down flat on the rocks and wriggled along until she could see over the very edge while her father held tightly to her feet.
"It's wonderful!" she exclaimed; "now you try it, Dolly."
Somewhat timidly, but with full faith in Mr. Rose, Dolly lay down prone, and cautiously edged along till she could see over the shelving rock. She felt Mr. Rose's firm grip on her ankles, and she looked down with wonder at the sheer straight descent of rock and down at the very bottom of the chasm she saw a tiny brook tossing and foaming along.
"Not yet!" she called as Mr. Rose advised her to come back. "Let me see it a moment longer!"
"Don't get dizzy!" called out Mrs. Rose.
"No, indeed!" said Dolly, as at last Mr. Rose pulled her in; "I wasn't dizzy a bit! I never saw anything so wonderful. That beautiful little brook way down there a thousand miles below!"
"Oh, not quite so far as that," said Mr. Rose, laughing. "Come on; let's go down and see it from below."
They picked up their baskets and following Mr. Rose's direction they climbed down a rocky ravine and, sure enough, found themselves right beside the little tumbling brook. Dolly sat on a rock and gazed upward at the precipice, looking at the very spot where she had poked her head over.