THE VOYAGE. 23

half the height of these, clapped her hands, and
cried, ‘Oh! Uncle Lovett, see the mountains—
the mountains !”

Uncle Lovett smiled, but he did not undeceive
Mary; for he said to himself, ‘‘When she sees a
mountain, she will readily enough perceive the
difference.”

The wind was fair and the vessel sailed fast,
so that they soon came to that part of the bay
called the Narrows. Hitherto they had only had
land on one side of the vessel, but now Long
Island was on one side and Staten Island on the
other. Mary knew very little of Long Island.
Mr. Lovett only raised her up once to see that it
was there, and then covered her up again in her
sheltered nook, from which she could only see
the shore of Staten Island. There had been a
great deal of snow, and the whole country was
white with it.

“Uncle Lovett,” said Mary, who had never
seen snow, which rarely falls in Georgia, ‘do
they never have any grass here, and is the sand
always so white?”

Mr. Lovett made her observe that what she