“I have a few things to pack,” said the Dancing Master, “but I shall soon catch up with you. Keep to the right on all paths up over the mountain and I shall soon be along!”
Johnny took the lead, then came Gran’ma, Janey and Gran’pa. Up, up they toiled; up so high they could look back and see the valley stretched far below them like a picture map.
At one place they came to a waterfall which dashed straight out of the solid rock and fell for hundreds of feet in a roar of snow-white water.
The trees about the side of the river had soft green foliage, different from any trees they had ever seen before.
Presently, as they had traveled far and the climb had been very steep, they decided it would be well to rest and wait for the Dancing Master to catch up with them.
“I’m getting hungry!” Gran’ma said, “I didn’t eat much at the Dancing Master’s house!”
“I wish I had a mince pie in my pocket!” said Gran’pa, winking slyly at Janey.
Johnny walked over to where the river ran smoothly before it again plunged down the mountain side.
“Come here!” he cried excitedly. “Look at the strange fish!”
Gran’pa, Janey and Gran’ma came running to the edge of the stream, but the Soft-Voiced Cow continued eating the velvety grass where she had first stopped. It was the most delicious grass she had tasted in a long, long time.