"Where is Paris?"
"Oh, very, very far away."
"Which way?"
"Why, that way, I think." She pointed towards the east. "Your father can tell you exactly, when he comes in."
"How far away is it? As far as Carlisle?"
"Much farther than that. Your father can tell you."
"Oh, farther. Farther than Philadelphia. Away across land and water."
"As far away as the farthest mountains yonder, the blue ones against the sky?" He had risen from the floor, and he pointed eastward through the open kitchen doorway.
"Oh, yes. If you went clear across those mountains, you wouldn't be near Paris yet."