So it happened that they were going one day down a pleasant road which led along a river valley, when an exclamation from Dolly roused her mother out of a half nap. "What is it?" she asked.
"Mother, such a beautiful, beautiful old church! Look—see how it sits up there grandly on the rock."
"Very inconvenient, I should think," said Mrs. Copley, giving a glance out of the carriage window. "I shouldn't think people would like to mount up there often."
"I believe," said Lawrence, also looking out now, "that must be a famous old church—isn't this Limburg?—yes. It is the cathedral at Limburg; a very fine specimen of its style, Miss Dolly, they say."
"What is the style? it's beautiful! Gothic?"
"No,—aw—not exactly. I'm not learned myself, really, in such matters. I hardly know a good thing when I see it—never studied antiquities, you know; but this is said, I know, to be a very good thing."
"How old? It does not look antiquated."
"Oh, it has been repaired and restored. But it is not Gothic, so it dates further back; what they call the Transition style."
"It is very noble," said Dolly. "Is it as good inside as outside?"
"Don't know, I declare; I suppose so. We might go in and see; let the horses feed and Mrs. Copley take a rest."