The Gorge ride was all that Katharine had hinted.
"It takes your breath away," gasped Ethel Blue as the car traveled slowly beside the turbulent water, crowding and racing after its fall from the cliff above, and hurrying on, incredibly deep, to its outlet.
"I hardly want to look at it," admitted Ethel Brown as they passed the Whirlpool with its threatening circular motion.
Gretchen frankly closed her eyes.
"It is wonderful, but too big for me," she admitted.
"You'll not be frightened when we go back, because the track on the Canadian side runs high up on the cliff," said Katharine. "Then when we reach the Falls once more we'll go down to the water level on that side and take the Maid of the Mist."
"What's that?"
"A tiny steamer. It goes close up to the Falls—so near you almost feel you are under them."
"You can really go under them, can't you? I've heard people tell about it."
"Yes, but it's no place for children, Father says, so we'll have to put up with the 'Maid.'"