76 BEYOND THE BLUE MOUNTAINS.

“Well, through the Rose Mountains which you see just across
that little valley, there is a straight even road, perfectly level,
which leads directly to the Blue Mountains. It is much the
best way to go. Much, much the shortest way.”

“Thank you,” said Buttercup. “I am very glad indeed we
met you.”

“You needn’t thank me, my dear little boy. I stand at this
stile for an hour or two every day to show little pilgrims lke
yourself a new way to the Blue Mountains. It is a very, very
pretty, delightful way, and I am so glad that I am in time to
prevent your going that horrid up-hill path, which some children
are silly enough to take.”

“But my brother and sister went to the Blue Mountains this
morning, and I am quite sure they went up-hill,” said Primrose.

“Well, dear,” replied the lady, in a gentle tone, “I can only
say that I am sorry for them. They will arrive, of course, but
they will take a much longer time on the road. If you go to
the Blue Mountains by way of the Rose Mountains, you will
reach the Golden Country at the other side of the Mountains
long before your brother and sister. Here, go right through this
path. You will soon find an inn where you can rest.”