THE DRIVE TO GREAT ROCK 211 



" Father calls It Wild Red Lily," Tommy an- 

 swered; so we supposed it had two name's. 



Kate Hood wanted to pick it, but even Philip 

 told her it would fade before she could get it home. 

 We left it and went on to see what else we could 

 find. 



We saw Foxgloves, and ever so many Milk- 

 weeds that had long pods on them; but nearly 

 everywhere we looked the woods were plain green. 

 When we stopped going up, we climbed Into the 

 carriage again and drove very quickly to Great 

 Rock. Grandmother begged us not to go near Its 

 edge, for It hangs over the top of a high place, 

 and if we should fall it would be far below into 

 the valley. 



It was real, real country up there. We couldn't 

 see a single house, nor even a cow. We saw 

 meadows where grain was growing, and valleys 

 and hills that stretched so far away they seemed 

 to touch the sky. 



Even Tommy had never seen such a view be- 

 fore, and he said he thought it more beautiful 

 than the wild, moving ocean which he and his 

 father once went to see. Then the wind blew his 

 hat off. It went over the rock and caught in a 

 poplar-tree a little way down. He was after it in 

 a minute. He slid down to where the poplar grew- 

 and then climbed out on its branch and caught the 

 hat. When he was there he was swaying over the 

 deep valley. Grandmother closed her eyes, she 



