"It's awful big," Sunny managed to gasp.
"Guess how high it is," said Alice. "You can't? Well, it's one hundred and fifty-one feet high. My father told me. And that's not counting the thing it stands on."
"Don't talk all the time, Alice," implored her mother. "Let Sunny Boy have time to collect his thoughts. Shall we walk around it first, dear, before we go in?"
They walked slowly around the statue, and then went inside.
"Now we'll go up," chattered Alice. "I just love going up and looking out over the bay when we get there."
Sunny Boy planted his feet firmly on the stone floor.
"I isn't going up," he announced quietly.
"Why, Sunny! Why not? Don't you want to?" several voices urged him at once.
Sunny Boy shook his head.
"I'll wait for you," he said politely.