A WALK. 59

“Then you will not go up to the top of the —
rock with me,” said Comfort.

“No,” said Lucy, “not this time. We have
come high enough for this time. I must go down
and find my mother. Perhaps she will want me.”

“See,” said Comfort, “she has just come to
the window of her bedroom.”

Lucy looked down in the direction in which
Comfort pointed, and she saw her mother just
taking a seat at the window. Lucy called to her,
and waved her hand at her a great deal, but she
could not make her hear. She thought that the
reason was, because the cow-bells made such a
noise; but Comfort told her that it was much
farther than it appeared to be.

Lucy stopped to gather a few flowers around
the spot where they were standing, and then she
and Comfort descended. Lucy was not at all in
a hurry to get home, for her fears of the strange
and wild scenery around them were much dimin-
ished, when she found that they were going to-
wards home. She kept constantly stopping to
gather flowers, and to pick up curious fragments
of the rocks; and in one place she found some
beautiful red berries, which she wanted to gather
and carry down to her mother; but Comfort told
her that she believed that they were poisonous.