So she led Lucy along up a bank, by a narrow path, until she came to a place where were some rocks, which were, like the water, overhung with trees. Here there was placed a long, flat stone, in front of a sort of wall or precipice of rock, in such a manner that the stone made a very good seat, and the rock behind it, which was smooth and inclined backwards a little, made a very good back to lean upon.
“Is this your seat?” said Lucy.
“Yes,” said Mary Jay.
“Who made it for you?” said Lucy.
“I made it myself,” said Mary Jay.
“Why, did you lift this great stone?” said Lucy, putting her hand down upon the stone seat.
“Yes,” said Mary Jay.
“I shouldn’t think that you could lift such a great, heavy stone,” said Lucy.
“No,” replied Mary Jay, “I couldn’t have lifted it exactly. I pried it along.”
“How did you do it?” asked Lucy.