CHAPTER XII.
AIR AT REST.
A few days after the adventure described in the preceding chapter, Rollo heard his father proposing to his mother that they should take a walk the next morning before breakfast. Rollo wanted to go too. His father said that they should be very glad to have his company; and he promised to wake him in season.
Rollo felt rather sleepy, when his father called him the next morning; but he jumped up and dressed himself, and was ready first of all. It was a cool, but a very pleasant morning. The sun was just coming up. The ground in the path before the door was frozen a little, and the air seemed very still.
When Rollo's mother came out to the door, she said,—
"Well, husband, which way shall we go?"
"Up on the rocks," said Rollo; "let's go up on the rocks, mother. It will be beautiful there this morning."
"Well," replied his mother; "we'll go up on the rocks."
The place which Rollo called the rocks, was the summit of a rocky hill, which had a grassy slope upon one side, by which they could ascend, and a precipice of ragged rocks upon the other. There was a very pleasant prospect from the top of the rocks.
As they walked along, Rollo said that it was very different weather that still morning, from what it was the day that he and Jonas were out upon the pond.
"Yes," said his father, "you had an opportunity to see the effects of air in motion then."