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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78805 ***
+
+Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+                      WILLIE AND LUCY ABROAD.
+
+
+                         BY THE AUTHOR OF
+
+    "WILLIE AND LUCY AT THE SEA-SIDE;" "WILLIE AND LUCY AT HOME;"
+                  "HUNGERING AND THIRSTING;" ETC.
+
+                        _[Agnes Giberne]_
+
+
+                             LONDON:
+                   THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
+         56, PATERNOSTER ROW; 65, ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD;
+                       AND 164, PICCADILLY.
+               MANCHESTER: 100, CORPORATION STREET.
+                   BRIGHTON: 31, WESTERN ROAD.
+
+
+
+                             LONDON
+               PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS
+               STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS.
+
+
+
+                             CONTENTS.
+
+CHAPTER.
+
+   I. GOING ABROAD
+
+  II. ON BOARD THE STEAMER
+
+ III. WILLIE'S MISTAKE
+
+  IV. SNOW-PEAKS
+
+   V. A SWISS WALK
+
+  VI. UP A MOUNTAIN
+
+ VII. A ROW ON THE LAKE
+
+VIII. WILLIE'S FALL
+
+  IX. THE END
+
+
+
+                      WILLIE AND LUCY ABROAD.
+
+                           [Illustration]
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+GOING ABROAD.
+
+"MAMMA," said Willie Gray, one morning, stopping short in the midst of
+building a high brick tower upon the floor—"Mamma, Nurse says it is
+just a year since we went to the sea-side."
+
+"Nurse is quite right, Willie."
+
+"Are you going to take us to the sea-side again this summer, Mamma?"
+
+"No, I think not," said Mrs. Gray, smiling a little.
+
+"I am sorry for that," said Willie; "because I should like so much to
+dig in the sand, and to make houses and hills and rivers, and to swim
+my boat, and to row on the water. It would be very nice. Are we going
+to stay at home all the summer, Mamma?"
+
+"No, I hope we are going somewhere," said Mrs. Gray. "Guess where it is
+to be, Willie."
+
+"Into the country?" asked Willie.
+
+"No, not the country."
+
+"To London?" asked Willie, with rather a grave face, for he thought
+that would not be half so nice.
+
+"No, not London either."
+
+"Then, I don't know where it can be, if it is not either sea-side, or
+London, or country," said Willie.
+
+"You were saying just now that you were fond of making hills on the
+sand," said Mrs. Gray. "But those are very little hills, Willie. How
+would you like to see real hills—very, very high ones?"
+
+"I should like it very much," said Willie. "I would scamper up them
+with Pepper, and see which could run the fastest."
+
+"Pepper will have to stay at home, I am afraid. Do you know what the
+very highest hills are called?"
+
+"Mountains," said Willie.
+
+"Have you ever seen a mountain?" asked Mrs. Gray.
+
+"No, Mamma; because you told me, you know, that we have not got great
+mountains in England. I should like to see a tall great mountain very
+much. Are we then going to see a mountain this year? Oh, Mamma, are we?"
+
+Willie gave a great jump of delight as his Mamma's face showed him that
+he had found out the truth at last.
+
+"Not one mountain only, Willie, but a great many. We are going to a
+country which has some of the highest mountains in the world. Do you
+know where Mont Blanc is?"
+
+"Mont Blanc," said Willie, slowly. "I had that in my lessons only a
+little while ago, and you told me that it meant White Mountain, because
+it always has snow upon it."
+
+"Yes, that is the reason the name was given, no doubt. Good boy, not to
+forget what you are told. And in what country is Mont Blanc?"
+
+Willie did not look very certain.
+
+"It is in Switzerland, Willie."
+
+"And are we going to Switzerland?" asked Willie. "And are we going to
+live up on the top of Mont Blanc?"
+
+"That is a silly question, Willie. You are not thinking what you
+are saying. Do you not know what I told you about those very high
+mountains?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Oh yes! You said it was so hard to get to the top, and the cold there
+is dreadful, and people cannot breathe well up there. Mamma, I don't
+mean are we going to live on the top, but are we going to Mont Blanc?"
+
+"No, not to Mont Blanc, but to a village on the shores of a great lake
+in the same country. Look here, Willie."
+
+Mrs. Gray pulled out her watch as she spoke. Willie had often seen it
+before, but he always liked to see it again. It was such a tiny little
+gold watch, with such bright jewels shining in the back.
+
+"Do you know where this watch was made?" asked Mrs. Gray.
+
+"Was it not at a shop?" asked Willie.
+
+"Yes, but not any shop in England. It was made at Geneva. And Geneva is
+a town built at the end of a lovely lake, which is called the Lake of
+Geneva."
+
+"And are we going to live at Geneva?" asked Willie.
+
+"Not to live in Switzerland at all, Willie; for we are only going for a
+few weeks. We shall stay in a village near the other end of the lake,
+and I hope you may have many a scramble in the mountains."
+
+"It will be very, very nice," said Willie. "And how soon shall we go,
+Mamma?"
+
+"Next week, I hope."
+
+Willie clapped his hands, and then said, "May I go and tell Lucy?"
+
+"Yes, run away. She does not know yet."
+
+Willie dashed upstairs in a great hurry, and threw open the nursery
+door, calling out—
+
+"Lucy, Lucy, only hear! Where do you think we are going this summer?"
+
+Lucy was sitting on her little low chair, with her doll in her lap,
+putting on its best frock, and she was so busy that she did not answer.
+
+"Lucy," Willie cried again, "where do you think we are going?"
+
+"I don't know," said Lucy, trying to tie some very short frock strings,
+and then giving a sigh. "Nurse, I do wish I had a bit of tape for my
+dolly."
+
+"I'll give you a piece, Miss Lucy. How long do you want it?"
+
+"Lucy, you don't care a bit about my news," said Willie, half-vexed. "I
+don't think I will tell you any more."
+
+"I'll listen just in a minute," said Lucy, looking up. "I only want to
+tie my dolly's frock. Thank you, Nursie. Now, Willie."
+
+But Willie was rather put out. He walked to the window, and stood
+looking into the garden.
+
+"Come, Master Willie," said Nurse, "what is it?"
+
+"Lucy doesn't care," said Willie, in a tone which sounded just a little
+sulky.
+
+"I do," said Lucy, looking up at him. "I am sure I want to hear your
+news, Willie."
+
+"It's about our going out somewhere this summer," said Willie, twisting
+round, with his back to the window; "but I don't think I will tell you
+now."
+
+"Oh! Yes you will," said Nurse. "It would not be kind if you did not."
+
+"Nurse, do 'you' know?" asked Willie.
+
+And Nurse nodded her head.
+
+"Don't tell Lucy, because I want to tell," said Willie, all at once in
+a great hurry to speak. "Lucy, we are going to Switzerland."
+
+"Are we?" said Lucy. "I would rather go to the sea-side."
+
+"Oh no, you wouldn't, because we shall see real mountains, and ice and
+snow in summer," said Willie. "And we shall have to cross over the sea.
+Nurse, I wonder if it will be like that day when you came from France
+once before. You told us, you know, that the water poured over the
+deck, and through the skylight, and right down upon you. I should like
+to see that."
+
+"Thank you, Master Willie, but I think I would rather keep dry this
+time," said Nurse, laughing.
+
+"Ah! But I only meant that I wanted to see the rough water—not to see
+you wet, Nurse."
+
+                       ————————————
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+ON BOARD THE STEAMER.
+
+THE next week was a busy time indeed with all the making ready for the
+journey. Willie and Lucy wanted very much to help in the packing, and
+thought it very great fun, but somehow they always found themselves in
+the way. They began to learn at last that the best way of helping was
+to keep in corners as much as they could.
+
+Then the day came on which it had been fixed that they should all
+start. A fly came to the door, and the luggage was piled on the top,
+and they drove off to the station. They went by train to London, and
+there changed into a second train, which took them down to Dover. And
+when they reached Dover, they went straight on board the steamer which
+was to carry them to France.
+
+Willie was so full of delight and wonder at all the new things he saw
+that, as Nurse said, he was "half out of his wits." He stumbled up
+against other people, and tripped his feet over boxes and ropes, and
+stared about him without seeing where he went, till Mr. Gray took his
+hand, and held it tightly, quite afraid that Willie would be lost in
+the bustle.
+
+At last they were all safely on board, and the piles of luggage were
+stowed away, and no one else seemed coming. And then Willie gave a
+little jump, and cried out:
+
+"Oh Mamma, we're off!"
+
+"I don't like it," said Lucy, who was seated on Mrs. Gray's knee, and
+clinging to her, as if rather afraid. "I don't like such a noise."
+
+"We are not going to have such a noise now," said Mrs. Gray, kissing
+her. "Sit up, Lucy, and see how pretty the water looks, and how the sun
+sparkles on it. We are not going to have a rough trip at all."
+
+"Then the waves won't pour over the deck, will they?" said Willie,
+looking rather sober. "I wanted to see that."
+
+"So you wanted to have a shower-bath, and be sent down to the cabin,
+did you, my little man?" said a voice close by.
+
+Willie turned, and gazed up at the speaker, and thought he looked a
+very nice kind old gentleman indeed.
+
+"No, I don't want to go down in the cabin at all to stay," said Willie.
+"I should like to stay up on deck all the while. But I did want to see
+it rough."
+
+"Come with me, and you shall see it rough in one place," said the old
+gentleman.
+
+Willie looked at his Mamma, but she nodded and smiled; so Willie gave
+his hand to the old gentleman, and ran along by his side. They went
+through a crowd of people sitting about on the deck, with children, and
+shawls, and bags, and baskets. And soon they reached the side of the
+steamer.
+
+"Look over," said the old gentleman.
+
+Willie did look over, and said:—
+
+"Oh! Isn't it pretty? Oh, that is so rough!"
+
+"What makes so much foam?" asked the old gentleman.
+
+"The paddle-wheel," said Willie. "Oh, doesn't it sparkle?—And what big
+waves we leave behind us! I should like to go down quite close to all
+that white foam."
+
+The old gentleman let Willie look until he was tired. Then, sitting
+down, he took Willie between his knees and said:—
+
+"Now, suppose you tell me your name."
+
+"Willie Gray," said Willie.
+
+"Ah!—A nice quiet useful name. And you don't ask mine back?"
+
+Willie seemed puzzled for a moment, and then said:—
+
+"No, because it would be rude."
+
+"Quite right, my little man. I am glad you are so well taught. Old
+gentlemen may ask many questions of little boys, which little boys
+could not ask of old gentlemen without great rudeness."
+
+"Yes, I know," said Willie, nodding his head.
+
+"And where are you going now, I wonder?" asked the gentleman.
+
+"We are going to Switzerland," said Willie. "And we shall see great
+mountains, with snow on the tops of them in hot weather."
+
+"Then I hope you will enjoy them very much," said the old gentleman.
+"Did you ever see a mountain before?"
+
+"No," said Willie. "I have seen some hills, but never a real mountain."
+
+"I think you will admire them very much. Look here, little Willie Gray."
+
+Willie looked up in the old gentleman's face.
+
+"Perhaps I may never happen to meet you again after to-day. It is most
+likely not. Shall I give you a little thought to carry away, and to
+keep in your mind, so that it will come back to you when you think of
+this steamer, and the paddle-wheel, and the foam, and the water?"
+
+Willie could not think what the old gentleman meant, but he said,
+"Please."
+
+"It is pretty there, is it not?" said the gentleman, pointing down to
+where the white sparkling foam rushed in a torrent past.
+
+"Oh, very pretty!" said Willie.
+
+"And the sea is pretty too, with its blue colour, and the blue sky
+over, and the bright sunshine?"
+
+"I think it is all lovely," said Willie.
+
+"Lovely it is—much more than just pretty. And the mountains which you
+are going to see, Willie—you will find them more grand and lovely than
+you can fancy now."
+
+"Yes," said Willie.
+
+"And I dare say Willie Gray knows who made all this beauty," said the
+old gentleman.
+
+"God made it," said Willie slowly.
+
+"Aye, God made it, Willie. He made the earth, and He gave the earth its
+beauty. He made the sea, and He gave the sea its beauty. He made the
+mountains, and birds, and flowers, and He gave them all their beauty.
+But He need not have done so. He might have made them all plain, and
+dark, and ugly. We don't deserve to have one bit of beauty round us."
+
+"I am glad we have," said Willie. "I shouldn't like to see all the
+world ugly."
+
+"Ah! But what ought we to learn from all this beauty that God has given
+us to enjoy? What does it show?"
+
+"I think it shows that God loves us," said Willie, after a little
+thought.
+
+"That is what I mean," said the old gentleman, patting Willie's head.
+"Don't forget that, my little man. Never look at beauty, and think
+only, 'How lovely it is!' But thank God in your heart, and think how
+kind and loving it is of God to give us such beauty and joy."
+
+"I know that text: 'God so loved the world,'" said Willie.
+
+"Tell me how it goes on, Willie. Does it say, 'He loved the world so
+much that He gave it beauty?'"
+
+"No," said Willie. "'God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life."
+
+"Aye; there is the greatest love of all," said the old gentleman. "It
+is kind and loving of God to send us so much beauty and joy as we
+have in our sinful world. But that is nothing to the love He showed
+in sending His own dear Son to die for our sins upon the Cross, that
+all—you and I too, Willie—might be safe for ever, if we put our trust
+in Him. Willie, if you know something, even a little, of the love of
+God, you are a happy little boy. If not, I pray that you may know it
+soon."
+
+Then the old gentleman took Willie back to Mr. and Mrs. Gray, talking
+to him and telling him stories all the way as they went.
+
+                       ————————————
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+WILLIE'S MISTAKE.
+
+WHEN the steamer reached Calais, Mr. and Mrs. Gray, and Willie, and
+Lucy, and Nurse, went on shore. They slept that night at an hotel,
+and Willie thought it seemed very funny indeed to hear all the people
+talking French round him. The servant came in and spoke to Mrs. Gray,
+and Mrs. Gray spoke back, and Willie could not make out a word of what
+they said; so he began to laugh. But Mrs. Gray told him that was not
+polite, for the servant might think he was laughing at her. So Willie
+squeezed his hand over his mouth, and did his best to look grave.
+
+Next day, they went on by train to Paris, and stayed there for two
+nights.
+
+Willie thought the journey all very nice, but he was so eager to see
+the mountains that he would have liked to get on faster.
+
+They had one day in a "diligence," that is, a large rumbling coach.
+Willie and Lucy were both very much pleased to have to get up and dress
+by candlelight at one o'clock in the morning, and to start in the coach
+at two. But they both grew very sleepy and tired as the fourteen hours
+of their long drive passed away, and Willie wanted very much to jump
+out sometimes, and take a run, and stretch his cramped legs.
+
+It roused them quite up at last, though, to reach the high Jura
+Mountains. Willie rubbed his eyes, and began to look about him again
+quite briskly, and said:—
+
+"Are we really going up a mountain, Mamma? And where is the snow?"
+
+"The Jura Mountains are not high enough to keep snow on them all
+through the summer, dear," said Mrs. Gray. "Still they are very much
+higher than any hills you have ever seen."
+
+Willie thought so too when the "diligence" had reached the top, and
+began to go down on the other side.
+
+It was such a steep sharp zig-zag on which they drove, that Nurse was
+quite afraid lest the great "diligence" should topple over and fall
+down the mountain; but Mr. Gray said they need not have any fear.
+Willie clapped his hands when he saw a little chaise going quickly down
+in the bends of the road far below them. And, though the road was so
+steep, both the little chaise and the great "diligence" reached the
+bottom of the mountain quite safely.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Gray had settled to sleep in Geneva this night—the very
+same place where Mrs. Gray's pretty watch came from. Willie made a
+funny mistake when they first got there. Mr. Gray stayed behind at the
+station to see after the boxes, and sent on the others in a cab to the
+hotel. As soon as they were in their rooms, Willie ran to the window;
+and there, instead of the road, he saw a great deep strong stream of
+water, like a wide river, rushing past quite close to the house. Willie
+called out so loud that he startled the others.
+
+"What is the matter, Master Willie?" asked Nurse.
+
+"Oh Nurse, Nurse, look here!" cried Willie, in great distress. "There
+has been a flood, and the water has come right over the road, and Papa
+will be drowned."
+
+"Why, Master Willie, that is the river," said Nurse.
+
+"Oh no! It's the road. Look, it is close up to the house," said Willie,
+almost sobbing. "And Papa will never be able to drive here from the
+station."
+
+Nurse took Willie's hand without a word, and, leading him into a second
+room across the passage, she told him to look out of the window.
+
+"Why, there's the very road we came by. Oh Nurse, I'm so glad!" said
+Willie, in great relief. "But what is all that water?"
+
+"Why, that is the river, Master Willie. That is at the back of the
+hotel, and the road is in front of it."
+
+"The river?" said Willie.
+
+"Yes, the river Rhone, Willie," said his Mamma, who was in the room.
+"Did you never hear the name of the Rhone at your lessons?"
+
+Willie was not quite sure whether he had, but he felt very certain that
+he would never forget it again from this time. He liked to stand at the
+window of the other room and look down at the wide deep water, rushing
+and rushing past, and never stopping for a single instant. He thought
+even the snowy mountains could hardly be more lovely.
+
+And, to tell the truth, Willie at first thought them a great deal less
+lovely. For the next day was damp, and dull, and drizzling, with heavy
+clouds low down in the sky. They had to finish off their long journey
+in a steamer, which took them from one end of the lake to the other,
+and it was a very dismal voyage indeed. Then, when they landed, they
+drove through pouring rain to the little village of Veytaux, where a
+friend had chosen them some lodgings.
+
+But the lodgings were not so nice as Mr. and Mrs. Gray had wished. It
+was a dull little house, just in the middle of the village, and the
+sitting-room had only one window looking into a small yard, with high
+walls round it and a mulberry tree standing in the middle. Little Lucy
+was so tired that she curled herself up on the sofa and went sound
+asleep. And Willie stood by the window, looking out, and saying in a
+doleful tone:—
+
+"Mamma, I don't like Switzerland one bit. It isn't the least like what
+I thought it was going to be."
+
+"Wait a little, Willie," said his Mamma, smiling. "I don't like this
+house, I confess, but Papa will look out for other lodgings in a day or
+two. And as for Switzerland, you have not seen it yet."
+
+"I don't care for the mountains," said Willie. "I am sure they don't
+look high."
+
+"No, because you cannot see much of them—the clouds come so low down
+their sides."
+
+"Do the tops go up higher than those clouds, Mamma?"
+
+"Indeed they do. The mountains are all wearing night-caps to-day."
+
+"I think they are day-caps," said Willie, "and very wet ones too,
+Mamma."
+
+That little bit of a laugh cheered Willie up. He ate a very good tea,
+and then was glad to go to bed and to sleep, hoping to wake up and see
+something better worth looking at than low grey clouds next morning.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+SNOW-PEAKS.
+
+"WELL, Willie," said Mr. Gray the next morning, which was Sunday, "what
+do you think of Switzerland now?"
+
+"Nurse says it is going to be a fine day, Papa."
+
+"Have you seen the mountains yet?"
+
+"No, Papa. There's only a wall, and a tree, to be seen from my room."
+
+"Come here and look out."
+
+There was not much to be seen here either, except the little yard with
+its mulberry tree. But, by standing close to the window, Willie could
+catch a glimpse of a clear white patch high up against the blue sky.
+
+"Do you know what that is, Willie?"
+
+"Isn't it a cloud, Papa?"
+
+"That is the snowy summit of a mountain—the Dent du Midi, as it is
+called. It is a long way off from here, and it has seven peaks rising
+up, all in a row, but you cannot see them all from this window."
+
+"It looks very high up," said Willie, slowly. "But I did not think
+mountains were like that, Papa. It seems more like a cloud."
+
+"You will see the whole mountain more plainly by-and-by. There are
+mists below, hiding the sides. It is a grand sight, Willie."
+
+"Please let me see too," said Lucy.
+
+But when she had looked, she thought even less of it than Willie did,
+and the two children ate their breakfast with rather sober faces.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They did not look sober though, or think little of the mountains,
+after breakfast, when they started to go to church. It was a bright
+clear day, and the lake sparkled in the sunshine as if it were made of
+diamonds, and the mighty mountains rose all round, one behind another,
+till Willie thought there seemed no end to their number. He liked to
+see the great forests of pine trees too, which grew upon the sides of
+the mountains, and the vineyards down below, reaching almost to the
+shores of the lake.
+
+He liked to see the Swiss people also, and to notice how unlike they
+were to English people. No one passed without saying "Bon jour," which
+Mrs. Gray told Willie was the French for "Good day." Mr. and Mrs. Gray
+always said "Bon jour" back again. Willie wanted to do it too, but he
+felt sure he should laugh if he tried, and he thought that would not
+seem polite. There were nice old women in black silk and lace caps, and
+other women in wide straw hats, with a little round knob at the top.
+
+"Well, Willie," said his Papa, when they had all come back from church,
+"what do you think of the great mountains now?"
+
+"Oh Papa, I think they are just as splendid as can be," said Willie. "I
+should like to go right up to the top of them."
+
+"You could not go to the tops of the higher ones, for you are too
+small. But some of the lower mountains you shall try, Willie."
+
+"I should like to live always by the mountains," said Willie. "Papa,
+the old gentleman in the steamer told me—"
+
+"Told you what, Willie'?" asked his Papa, as Willie stopped.
+
+"Lucy, you say it," said Willie, hanging his head. "I told you."
+
+But Lucy only put down her head on her Mamma's dress, and Willie had to
+go on.
+
+"He told me, Papa—he said—he said it was very good of God to make the
+mountains and the sea so lovely."
+
+"And so indeed it is, Willie. Think how much pleasure God gives to us
+all by the beauty of the earth."
+
+"Papa, is there anything about mountains in the Bible?" asked Willie.
+
+"A good many things," said Mr. Gray. "See if you and Lucy can't tell me
+some."
+
+"I know one," said Willie. "It was on a mountain that the Lord Jesus
+changed so bright, and His raiment was white, so that it couldn't be
+made any whiter."
+
+"Quite true, Willie."
+
+"And I know," said Lucy shyly. "It was on a mountain that the ark
+stopped."
+
+"Yes, dear; the ark rested on Mount Ararat, when the flood began to
+pass away."
+
+"And it was on Mount Sinai where Moses stayed up forty days," said
+Willie. "And wasn't it on a mountain, too, that God spoke to Elijah?
+And it was on a mountain that the Lord Jesus said those texts, 'Blessed
+are the pure in heart,' and 'Blessed are the meek,' and the others.
+And I know He used often to go and pray in a mountain at night. What
+numbers of mountains there are spoken about in the Bible!"
+
+"I wonder if you can tell me some verses of a Psalm which you have
+often heard," said Mr. Gray. "Something about the sea and the hills."
+
+Willie could not say what it was, so his father said the words for him.
+
+   "'The Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In His hand
+are all the corners of the earth; the strength of the hills is His
+also. The sea is His, and He made it, and His hands prepared the dry
+land. O come let us worship and fall down: let us kneel before the Lord
+our Maker."
+
+"What does the strength of the hills mean, Papa?"
+
+"Do you not see, Willie, what strong mighty hills they are—how nothing
+can overthrow them! Nothing that men could do, I mean. Only God who
+made them could destroy them. But to us they are indeed strong. Did you
+ever hear that verse:
+
+   "'Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever Thou hadst formed
+the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting thou art
+God'?"
+
+"I don't know," said Willie, slowly. "Isn't there a little bit of a
+hymn that we sing which is like that rather, Mamma?"
+
+"Yes, dear. You mean this:
+
+   "'Before the hills in order stood,
+       Or earth received her frame,
+     From everlasting Thou art God,
+       To endless years the same.'"
+
+"Yes, I meant that," said Willie. "I like that hymn."
+
+"See if you can find one more verse about mountains—in the sixty-fifth
+psalm, Willie," said Mr. Gray.
+
+Willie pored over his Bible for a minute or two, and then said:—
+
+"Is it not this:
+
+   "'Which by His strength setteth fast the mountains, being girded with
+power'?"
+
+"That is it, dear. So in one verse we read of the strength of the
+hills, and in a second verse of the strength of God who gave to the
+hills their strength. It is good to think of our God as so strong,
+Willie, when we know that we ourselves are so weak. It is good, because
+He is just as loving as He is strong, and likes nothing better than
+that we should go to Him for help in our weakness."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+A SWISS WALK.
+
+"ARE you going to take us for a walk, Nurse? Oh Nurse, where are we
+going?" cried Willie, jumping about with delight after breakfast next
+morning.
+
+"May we go to the lake?" asked Lucy.
+
+"Oh no! We're going up the mountains," said Willie. "You'll take us,
+won't you, Nurse?"
+
+"But I would much rather go down on the shore," said Lucy.
+
+"But you can't, because I'm the eldest," said Willie. "And there is no
+sand on the shore, but only shingles, Papa says, and not nice shingles
+like those at the sea-side. I want a great deal more to go up the
+mountains."
+
+"I wonder which is going to give way," said Nurse. "I can't take you to
+both places at the same time, you know."
+
+Lucy said nothing, and Willie set himself with his back against the
+wall, looking rather cross.
+
+"Master Willie is the eldest, to be sure," said Nurse, "and so he has
+the right to choose first. But then Miss Lucy is a little girl, and
+real gentlemen always give way to ladies."
+
+"I am not a gentleman yet. I'm a boy," said Willie.
+
+"But if gentlemen give way to ladies, boys should give way to girls,"
+said Nurse.
+
+"Lucy always wants to do what I don't like," said Willie.
+
+"I don't," said Lucy, rather hurt. "I'll go up the mountains if you
+like. Only, please, don't let us go up quite so high as the snow,
+Willie, because I don't like to be cold."
+
+Nurse kissed Lucy, and told her that there was no fear of their getting
+near the snow, and Willie felt rather small. He knew that he ought to
+draw back now, and offer to go on the shore. But, though he felt that
+he was acting like a selfish boy, his wishes were too strong, and he
+said nothing.
+
+It was a lovely walk that they had, and Lucy soon ceased to be sorry
+that they had not gone down on the shore. They found a nice wide path,
+leading along the side of one of the mountains, and by-and-by they came
+to a stream of water, which ran through a little ravine, and crossed
+the road in front of them.
+
+"Oh Nurse, how are we going to get across?" cried Willie.
+
+"Why, I think I shall have to wade through and carry you both," said
+Nurse, laughing. "Or else we must turn back."
+
+"Oh no, don't turn back!" said Willie. "Look, it isn't so wide up there
+on the grass. Could you not jump across? Or shall I get some big stones
+and put them in here?"
+
+"Stepping-stones? Not a bad plan," said Nurse. "I don't see any large
+enough about here though."
+
+"But I saw some a little way back; I am quite sure I did," said Willie.
+"May I go and see?"
+
+"Yes, but we will all go," said Nurse. "I can't have you running about
+alone and losing yourself."
+
+"I am sure I should not lose myself," said Willie.
+
+But Nurse turned round, so he had to submit. Soon they found some large
+stones, just as Willie had thought, lying in the grass by the side of
+the path, and he was very glad he had seen them. Nurse took up two of
+the stones, and Willie lifted a third, which he could just hold with
+both hands; and even Lucy would carry a small one.
+
+Then they came to the stream, and Nurse put down her two stones with
+care, and said, "Mind how you do it, Master Willie."
+
+But Willie, instead of minding, threw his stone straight into the
+middle of the water, so that there came a great splash all over Nurse's
+dress.
+
+"Oh Master Willie! How could you?" said Nurse gravely. "Just as I was
+speaking to you too."
+
+"I didn't mean to wet you, Nurse; I can't help it."
+
+"But you could have helped it if you had just thought for one moment
+before throwing the stone in," said Nurse. "My dress is quite wet,
+Master Willie, and I must go home now and change it."
+
+Willie did not like that at all, and he began to cry. He cried so loud
+that Nurse was quite glad no one was by to see him acting so like a
+baby. The truth was, Willie felt he had been selfish about their choice
+of a walk that morning, and his feeling so made him ready to be cross
+about the least thing.
+
+But Nurse would not go on. She could not walk in such wet clothes, and
+she also wanted Willie to learn not to do such careless things. Willie
+did not go on making a noise all the way home, but he sobbed to himself
+a little, and thought it very hard. And it never seemed to strike him
+that Nurse might think it rather hard on her part to have her clean
+dress made in such a mess. Only Nurse took it kindly, and did not make
+any fuss.
+
+When Nurse had changed her wet clothes, she was quite ready to take
+them out again, and this time she said it should be to the shore.
+
+"But I want to go up the mountain again," said Willie.
+
+"Why, Willie, what a cross face!" said Mrs. Gray, looking up from her
+work. "Is that the way you are going to frown at the mountains while we
+are here?"
+
+"Master Willie can't be happy unless he has things all his own way,
+ma'am," said Nurse.
+
+Mrs. Gray asked what Nurse meant.
+
+And Nurse told her how Willie had wanted to go up towards the
+mountains, and how Lucy had wanted to go down to the lake, and how Lucy
+had given way, and Willie had not even thanked her, and how he now
+wanted his own way over again.
+
+"Willie, I thought you were a kinder little boy," said his Mamma. "I
+am sorry you can show so much temper. If you cannot be a cheerful and
+pleasant boy out of doors, you had better stay in with me this morning."
+
+"Oh no—oh please, Mamma!" said Willie, in great alarm.
+
+"Would you like to go on the shore with Nurse and Lucy, and will you
+not grumble any more?"
+
+Willie hung his head, and at length said, rather faintly, "N-o!"
+
+"But I want more than that, Willie. I can't have Nurse's and Lucy's
+pleasure spoilt by a fractious little boy."
+
+"Mamma, I won't be cross," said Willie, with a great sigh.
+
+And Lucy put her little arms round him, and said, "I'd rather go up the
+mountains again."
+
+"No, we won't," said Willie. "We'll go right down on the shore, and
+look for pretty pebbles, and see if the tide is coming in."
+
+"But you can't do that, Willie, because there are no tides in the
+lake," said Mrs. Gray.
+
+"No tides!" Willie's eyes were wide open in surprise. "Does not the
+water come up and go down?"
+
+"No; it is always the same, except that it is sometimes rough and
+sometimes smooth. That is one thing in which a lake is unlike the sea."
+
+Willie was almost as anxious as Lucy herself now to see the lake. He
+was quite happy again, and, taking Lucy's little hand, he ran down the
+road towards the lake, with Nurse coming behind them, and they spent a
+very merry hour upon the shore, until it was time to go home to dinner.
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+UP A MOUNTAIN.
+
+"WHAT do you think we are going to do to-day?" asked Mr. Gray the next
+morning.
+
+Willie could not think what it might be; so he put down his bread and
+butter, and waited with a very anxious face to hear.
+
+"Try and guess," said Mr. Gray, smiling.
+
+"Are we going up the mountains?" said Willie.
+
+"Not up more than one at a time," said Mr. Gray.
+
+"Up one mountain then, Papa?"
+
+"I have told some men to bring two mules here after breakfast. Mamma is
+going to ride one, and the other has a safe saddle for Lucy, and Nurse
+and you and I will walk. How would you like to go up to Glion?"
+
+"Glion," said Willie slowly. "Oh Papa, is not that where the Swiss
+wooden house is on the top of the little mountain?"
+
+"Little!" Mr. Gray said with a smile. "Yes, I think you mean the right
+one. The wooden house is called a châlet."
+
+"It has a roof that sticks out all round, and it has balconies," said
+Willie. "Nurse told me it was called a 'chlâet.' Papa, I have wanted
+ever since we came to go up there, but Lucy can't walk so far."
+
+"No; so she is going to ride," said his Papa.
+
+Soon after breakfast the two mules were at the door. Willie thought
+they were very funny creatures, partly like horses and partly like
+donkeys. The one on which Lucy rode was a very quiet old mule indeed.
+Lucy was half-afraid at first, and held Nurse's hand tightly. But she
+soon found she need not fear, and she began to talk and laugh with
+Willie, as he ran by her side.
+
+It was such a lovely day that no one could help feeling happy and
+bright. Willie had never seen such a deep blue sky as on that day,
+and far away in the distance there were white snow-peaks standing out
+against it. It was strange to look upon snow while they felt so hot
+themselves.
+
+There was a broad carriage-road leading up to Glion, winding backwards
+and forwards, and all the way up Willie raced about, and hunted for
+flowers, and was very merry. So it was no wonder that by the time they
+reached the top, he was glad to sit down and rest. Mrs. Gray was helped
+off her mule, and Lucy was lifted down to the ground. Then Nurse opened
+a little basket which she had brought with her, and Willie felt so
+hungry with the mountain air that he was very glad indeed to think he
+might have a sandwich.
+
+So they found a nice grassy spot, where they had a good view of the
+lake and mountains. And they sat down, and Mrs. Gray handed a sandwich
+to each of them, and took one for herself as well.
+
+"I like this very much," said Willie—"Oh so much, Mamma! I should like
+to live up here all the rest of my life. Shouldn't you, Lucy?"
+
+"No," said Lucy. "I want to go to bed by-and-by."
+
+"But we could have beds up here," said Willie.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"You would find it very cold in winter, Willie," said his Papa.
+
+"Should I?" said Willie. "But I like cold. Papa, is this mountain
+bigger than Heath Hill at home?"
+
+"This mountain is a thousand feet high, Willie," said Mr. Gray, "and
+Heath Hill is two hundred feet. Which is the highest?"
+
+"Oh this, a great deal," said Willie. "A thousand is a great deal more
+than two hundred. A thousand is ten hundred, and that is five times
+as much as two hundred. Papa, I should never have thought that this
+mountain was five times as high as Heath Hill."
+
+"No; you called it 'a little mountain' this morning."
+
+"So I did, Papa, and I am sure I never called our hill at home a little
+hill, because I always thought it so big."
+
+"See if you can tell me the reason why you think this a little mountain
+and that a big hill, Willie."
+
+Willie thought very hard, and ate a second sandwich and two biscuits,
+while he was thinking. At length he said:—
+
+"I think I know."
+
+"Tell me, then."
+
+"Is it not, Papa, because—because—Papa, I don't know how to say it."
+
+"Try, and do the best you can."
+
+"Because there are not any bigger hills at home, and because the
+mountains here are so much bigger," said Willie. "I don't know how to
+say just what I mean."
+
+"I see what you want to say. At home we have that one hill on a flat
+plain, and there is nothing else so large, which makes it seem a high
+hill, though it is not so really. But here, though this mountain is a
+thousand feet high, yet, as it stands among others which are three,
+and six, and eight, and nine thousand feet high, it only looks like a
+hill beside them. Just as Willie seems a very big boy if he is among a
+number of tiny babies, but a very little boy if he is among a number of
+tall men."
+
+"Yes, Papa, that is just what I meant," said Willie.
+
+Then he jumped up, and ran about with Lucy, and had a great deal of
+fun. By-and-by Mrs. Gray and Lucy mounted their mules again, and they
+all went down the road back to Verney.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+A ROW ON THE LAKE.
+
+WILLIE did so wish the six weeks of their stay would not go quite so
+fast. Each day he had some nice pleasure, and each day the mountains
+seemed to grow more grand and lovely. Willie often could not help
+thinking of what the old gentleman on the steamer had said about the
+love and goodness of God, in giving such beauty to the earth for the
+joy of men.
+
+Sometimes Willie used to go long rambles with his Papa up the
+mountains, and bring home great bunches of wild flowers to his Mamma
+and to Lucy. Sometimes he used to go to places nearer at hand with
+Nurse, and frighten poor Nurse by scrambling about in steep places
+where she could not follow him.
+
+But, then, Willie had learned now to do as he was told much more
+quickly than he used to do. But for that Nurse would not have dared to
+let him climb about nearly so much. It was only because she knew he
+would come back the moment she thought it right to call or beckon, that
+she could venture to let him scramble about as much as he did.
+
+They used sometimes to go along the broad road beside the lake for a
+change. It was not so nice as up the mountains, but Willie and Lucy
+liked to see the little lizards running about on the walls from crevice
+to crevice. Sometimes Willie tried to catch them, but they always
+wriggled away.
+
+At other times, Nurse took them walking through the vineyards. The
+paths there were very narrow; so Willie used to march on in front, with
+Lucy after him, and the low vines on each side. It was nice to see all
+the bunches of grapes, growing slowly ripe for the coming autumn. The
+grapes were very small, and hard, and green now, but by-and-by they
+would be large, and full, and sweet. Then on a certain day would begin
+the vintage that is, all the people would set to work to pick their
+grapes. Some of the grapes would be eaten, but the greater number would
+be used for making wine.
+
+The old woman who owned the house, where Mr. Gray had now taken
+lodgings, had a nice little vineyard of her own. She was a kind old
+woman, and said she wished Mr. and Mrs. Gray would stay on till the
+vintage-time, so that they might spend a day in her vineyard, and eat
+as many grapes as they liked. Willie thought that would indeed be nice;
+but he knew they had no hope of doing any such thing, for Mr. Gray
+could not remain away so long from home.
+
+One day Mr. Gray took them all out for a long row on the lake. Willie
+had been wanting very much to go, and he was glad when it at last came
+to pass.
+
+"It doesn't feel like the sea at all," he said, as the boat moved
+softly over the still clear water. "There were big waves there, and
+Lucy was afraid; but there are no waves here."
+
+"Was no one afraid except Lucy?" asked Mr. Gray.
+
+"Papa, I don't think I was much afraid," said Willie.
+
+"If you were even a little, you had better have told us about that
+little first, and about Lucy's fear after. But there are waves here too
+sometimes, Willie—when there comes a storm."
+
+"Are there storms on the lake?" asked Willie.
+
+"Very often in the winter, and sometimes in the summer too. People have
+often been drowned in this lake, if they have been careless, or have
+not known enough about boating, for the storms are very sudden when
+they do come, and boats are sometimes turned over all in a moment."
+
+"Are there going to be any storms to-day?" asked Willie, rather gravely.
+
+"No; I think we are pretty sure to have none to-day."
+
+"There's no seaweed in this lake," said Willie, after a little while.
+
+"Not likely to be seaweed in a lake, Willie," said his Mamma, laughing.
+
+"No," said Willie; "I know there can't be, Mamma. But I should like to
+find some great long pieces of ribbon seaweed, like what we used to
+find last year."
+
+"I like the sea," said Lucy.
+
+"So do I," said Willie. "But I like the lake too. Papa, I do wish I
+might row the boat."
+
+"You row, Willie!" said Mr. Gray. "I am afraid the boat will get along
+very slowly."
+
+"I am sure I could do it," said Willie—"I am quite sure I could. It
+looks as easy as easy can be."
+
+"Does it?" said Mr. Gray, smiling. "I would not be too sure, Willie, if
+I were you."
+
+"Oh! But it does look so very easy," said Willie. "May I not try, Papa?"
+
+"Very well," said his Papa.
+
+So Mr. Gray handed one oar to Willie, and took the other himself.
+Willie grasped his oar with both hands, and tried his best, but he
+found it very hard to move. And at the first pull, Willie's oar missed
+the water, and went up into the air instead, and Willie went backwards
+into the bottom of the boat.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Willie was rather startled, but he would not cry, though he had to wink
+very hard for a minute after they picked him up; neither would he stop
+trying yet. Mr. Gray told him a little about how to hold and to manage
+the oar. Then Willie began again to pull, and he pulled with great care
+for some minutes.
+
+But at length Lucy said, "Why, Willie, we are going round and round."
+
+"No, we're not," said Willie.
+
+"But I am sure we are," said Lucy; "because I had my back to Montreux
+first, and then I had my face to it, and now I have my back to it
+again."
+
+"You can't, because I am rowing all straight," said Willie.
+
+"And Papa is rowing hardly at all," said Lucy.
+
+"No; but still I am moving the boat just a little," said Mr. Gray, "and
+Willie is not moving it at all. That is why we are going round."
+
+"It is such a great heavy oar," said Willie, with a sigh, for his face
+was of the colour of scarlet, and his arms were aching.
+
+"Shall I take it again?" asked Mr. Gray.
+
+"Please, Papa," said Willie, humbly.
+
+He was glad to get back to his old seat and dip his hands down in the
+cold water, while the boat again skimmed lightly over the lake, instead
+of slowly turning round and round.
+
+"Well, Willie," said Mr. Gray, smiling.
+
+"Papa, it is not so easy as it looked," said Willie.
+
+"There's an honest boy to say plainly that you made a mistake. I do not
+mind how ready you are to try to do things, Willie, even when they seem
+hard; only next time, you must not be quite so sure of your own power
+to do well without practice. Most things want practice, and this needs
+a little more strength also than you possess."
+
+                       ————————————
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+WILLIE'S FALL.
+
+ONE DAY Willie and Lucy had been for one of their long rambles with
+Nurse. They were scrambling down a steep rough sledge-path, and Lucy
+had quite a bunch of pretty wild flowers in her hand, which they had
+been picking by the way. The two children walked in front, chattering
+as fast as those two little tongues very often did chatter, and Nurse
+came on behind them.
+
+"It is only a fortnight now before we go home," said Willie. "Mamma
+told me so, and she said we had been here a month. Oh Lucy, how sorry I
+shall be to go! I do so like these mountains!"
+
+"So do I," said Lucy. "But I want to see home again, and pussy, and my
+best dolly, Minna Anna Rosina."
+
+"And I want to see Pepper," said Willie. "Poor dear little Pepper! How
+he will bark, and wag his tail, and shine up at me with his bright eyes
+when he sees me!—Won't he?"
+
+"And pussy will purr and cuddle down in my arms," said Lucy. "And the
+flowers will have grown so. I think my rose tree will have some roses
+out by that time, because there were three green buds when I came away."
+
+"And I dare say my pinks will all be out," said Willie. "I shall like
+to see them very much. But I am afraid a great many weeds will have
+grown in my garden. I do not like weeds at all. I wonder what is the
+good of weeds."
+
+"I dare say a good many weeds are much more useful than you would
+think, Master Willie," said Nurse, from behind him.
+
+"But do you think they are all useful, Nurse?" asked Willie, turning
+round.
+
+"No, I don't know that I do, Master Willie," said Nurse. "For, you
+know, it was when Adam and Eve sinned that God sent thorns and briars
+to punish them. So I do not see it is likely that they were all meant
+to be of use. The wonder is that there 'are' so many good and pretty
+things."
+
+"So the old gentleman in the steamer said," thought Willie.
+
+Then Willie ran on again with Lucy—both of them scrambling and jumping
+along hand-in-hand, till Nurse was quite left behind.
+
+"Oh Willie, see!—What a pretty flower!" cried Lucy, looking up at a
+little blue blossom which grew at the top of the left-hand bank.
+
+"So it is," said Willie. "I'll climb up and pick it for you."
+
+"You can't. It is too high."
+
+"It isn't a bit. I've climbed much higher places than that. You quite
+forget I'm getting to be a big boy," added Willie, proudly.
+
+"Only, please, don't hurt yourself," said Lucy, rather gravely, as
+Willie began his scramble.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It was not quite so easy to get to the top as he had thought, and when
+he reached it, he gave a great jump of delight, and cried, "I've done
+it—I've done it after all, Lucy."
+
+Nurse was behind a bend in the road, but she never liked to have the
+children out of sight; so she walked on fast, meaning to tell them that
+they must not go on so far again. But just at the minute that she went
+round the corner and caught a glimpse of Willie on the top of the bank,
+Willie all at once lost his footing, and, with a loud shriek, went
+rolling down the other side.
+
+Poor Nurse, in dreadful fear, tried at first to scramble up where
+Willie had stood, but she could not manage it at all. So she took the
+hand of little sobbing Lucy, and ran down the road to the next bend,
+which she knew would take them under the bank where they had been.
+
+Lucy kept crying, and saying:—
+
+"Oh Nurse! Will he be killed—will he be killed?"
+
+But Nurse could not answer, and only hurried on as fast as she could
+walk. It did not take long to reach the path below, and there was
+Willie on the ground before them. He had rolled down so fast that he
+had gone right across the path, and lay stretched out, with his head
+hanging quite over the steep bank beyond. The wonder was that he had
+not gone down there as well.
+
+"Oh Willie, Willie!" cried Lucy.
+
+And the sound of her voice roused Willie, who had been half-stunned by
+his fall. He sat up and looked round him with pale cheeks and wide open
+eyes. And then, when Nurse lifted him to a safe place away from the
+edge, he burst into tears, and began to sob and cry.
+
+"Come, Master Willie, are you much hurt?" asked Nurse, kissing and
+petting him, and trembling all over herself with the fright she had
+had. "Don't cry so, my dear. Where is the pain?"
+
+"Oh! I don't know. I do not think I am hurt; but—but—I cannot help it,"
+sobbed Willie, holding her tightly, yet feeling some shame at being so
+unlike a grown-up man. "Oh Nurse, I can't help it—and I do not want to
+cry!"
+
+"Never mind; you will stop in a minute, Master Willie," said Nurse.
+"See if you can tell me whether you are hurt. Have you not any bruises
+to show me?"
+
+Willie did not seem to know much more about the matter than Nurse
+herself. So she began to feel him all over, to make sure that no bones
+were broken, and that set Willie off laughing, and quite stopped his
+tears. He had scraped his forehead and hands against a rock, and they
+smarted a good deal, but Willie bore it bravely, and did not complain.
+His right foot too began to hurt him when he walked, and Nurse said he
+must have strained it a little; but he found he could get along pretty
+well by holding Nurse's arm.
+
+"It was just like an old soldier going home after the battle," he said.
+
+And he made Lucy laugh as much as he could, by making believe that he
+had been fighting, and had driven away a whole army of soldiers.
+
+                       ————————————
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+THE END.
+
+BUT Willie's Mamma did not laugh when Willie came back, and Nurse told
+her what had taken place. She heard it all quite calmly, and only asked
+a few questions; but she grew very pale and grave. She made Willie
+come and sit down by her, and held him quite tight in her arms for a
+minute. And then she told Nurse to bring something to put upon Willie's
+forehead and hands, where he was hurt, to take away the pain. And
+after that, when Nurse and Lucy were gone away, and Willie was sitting
+still by his Mamma's side, he looked up in her face, and saw, to his
+surprise, that her eyes were full of tears.
+
+"Why, Mamma, are you sorry about something?" he asked.
+
+"Not sorry, Willie; only thankful—so thankful—for my Willie's escape.
+And I cannot help thinking of what might have been—of the dreadful
+sorrow we might now be in—if God had not watched over you, and kept you
+from falling farther."
+
+"I might have tumbled down lower," said Willie.
+
+"Yes; for Nurse says you had fallen quite across the sledge-path, and
+your head was hanging over on the other side."
+
+"Yes, I know Nurse said so, though I did not know it, Mamma. I did not
+know where I was, till Lucy spoke to me. I wonder why I did not know.
+Should I have been hurt much, if I had fallen lower still, Mamma?"
+
+"Indeed, Willie, I fear, from what Nurse says, that if you had gone
+down that next steep bank, I should never again have had my little boy
+sitting and talking by my side."
+
+"Mamma, you need not cry about it," said Willie. "I will take more care
+after to-day. I did not mean to tumble over, but I gave a jump, and a
+bit of rock broke away under my feet, and somehow I went right down the
+other side. But I will be more careful, Mamma."
+
+"I hope you will, darling, for my sake. You will not leave Nurse so far
+behind again. We ought to be very very thankful to our heavenly Father
+for keeping you in this danger. Oh Willie, I cannot help thinking how I
+should have felt, if that 'had' taken place—if my little boy had been
+taken from me in such a sudden dreadful way, and I could never have
+known whether he was one of God's own children or not."
+
+"Mamma," said Willie, looking down, and speaking low, "I do want to do
+right."
+
+"But wanting to do right is not enough, Willie."
+
+"No, I know," said Willie. "But you know what I mean, Mamma. I think—I
+don't know—" Willie stopped, and then said,—"I should like to be quite
+safe, so that you would not mind if I did tumble down a bank and were
+killed, Mamma."
+
+"Not mind!" Mrs. Gray held Willie very tightly for a minute again as
+she said the words. "Nothing could ever keep me from 'minding,' Willie.
+But my very greatest wish of all for my little boy is that he should
+become one of Christ's own soldiers, so that he would indeed be safe
+for ever."
+
+"I should like to be," said Willie softly. "I do not know how."
+
+"He will teach you how Himself, Willie. I have told you many a time,
+but you can never really know till God sends His Holy Spirit into your
+heart."
+
+"And I suppose I must wait for that?" said Willie.
+
+"Yes, wait for it, Willie; but wait at His feet—wait at His door. You
+must go to the Lord Jesus in prayer, and tell Him your need, and He
+will answer you. You want to belong to Him. Well, give yourself to
+Him, and ask Him to do all the rest, because you have no power to make
+yourself good, or to make yourself love Him. And He will do it all,
+darling, if you truly pray, and seek, and wait for Him. It is like that
+hymn, 'Just as I am!' Do you know it?"
+
+"No, Mamma," said Willie.
+
+"Shall I say it to you?"
+
+"Please," said Willie, in a whisper, putting down his face on his
+Mamma's arm.
+
+   "Just as I am—without one plea,
+    But that Thy blood was shed for me,
+    And that Thou bidst me come to Thee—
+                     O Lamb of God, I come!
+
+   "Just as I am—and waiting not
+    To rid my soul of one dark blot—
+    To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot—
+                     O Lamb of God, I come!
+
+   "Just as I am—poor, wretched, blind;
+    Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
+    Yea, all I need in Thee to find—
+                     O Lamb of God, I come!
+
+   "Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,
+    Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
+    Because Thy promise I believe—
+                     O Lamb of God, I come!
+
+   "Just as I am—Thy love unknown
+    Has broken every barrier down;
+    Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone—
+                     O Lamb of God, I come!"
+
+"I like that very much," said Willie. "It is such a pretty hymn! May I
+learn it some day, Mamma?"
+
+"I should like you very much to learn it, Willie dear," said Mrs. Gray.
+
+Then Willie sat silent for a little while, and soon he dropped off
+sound asleep, with his head on his mother's knee, for his fall and
+alarm had made him tired.
+
+But the next day he was as bright as ever, and his foot hardly pained
+him at all. How thankful Mrs. Gray felt that her little boy had passed
+through such danger, without any more harm!
+
+The last fortnight of Willie and Lucy's Swiss visit was just as happy
+as the first month of it. They had many a long walk more, and many a
+ramble through the vineyards, and many a scramble after wild flowers,
+and many a game on the shore of the lake.
+
+They had a second row on the water too, and this time Willie did not
+boast that he could row, though he asked to try once more, and did much
+better than at first, for he really helped to make the boat move.
+
+One day, Mr. Gray took Willie to see an old castle, called Chillon. It
+was built quite out in the lake. Willie liked very much going across
+the bridge which led to it from the shore, and seeing the old dark
+dungeons where men had once on a time, long ago, been put in prison.
+Willie was very glad he did not live in days when 'he' could be taken
+up and put into a dark damp place underground, and kept there for
+weeks, and months, and years without any real reason, as was once so
+often done.
+
+And one day Mr. and Mrs. Gray both went to Lausanne for a night, and
+Willie went with them. Lucy stayed behind with Nurse, because she was
+so soon tired. But Willie liked the little trip very much. They went
+and came back in a steamer on the lake, and they slept at an hotel.
+Willie thought Lausanne was a very nice large town, but the mountains
+looked so much farther away than they did at Montreux that he was very
+glad they had not spent their six weeks there.
+
+Perhaps the thing which pleased him most of all at Lausanne was seeing
+some soldiers drilled. It made him think of the little box of tin
+soldiers which had been given him on his last birthday. Willie had once
+seen English soldiers being drilled; and when he saw Nurse next day at
+Montreux, he told her he was sure the English redcoats were a great
+deal more pretty than what the Swiss were. But still he was very glad
+he had seen the drilling at Lausanne. And the next week he and Lucy did
+nothing but play at soldiers, marching to and fro, and making believe
+to fire, till Nurse said she was quite tired of seeing the same thing
+done over so often.
+
+It was a very pleasant six weeks that Willie and Lucy spent in
+Switzerland, by the shores of the lovely lake of Geneva. But, after
+all, though Willie had said he should like to live there all his life,
+yet, when the time came to return home, he found that he was not at
+all sorry. For, in spite of all the grandeur and beauty of the Swiss
+mountains, he thought there was no country like dear old England, and
+no place like home. And Willie could not but be very glad to see again
+his dear little dog Pepper, who had been pining after him all these
+weeks, and his garden, and his books, and his playthings, and his
+friends; for Willie had two or three little boy-friends of his own age
+living near him. Willie liked very much to see them all again, and to
+talk over all the sights he had seen during his absence.
+
+And the very first evening after their return, he said to Mr. Gray:
+
+"Papa, I do not wish now that we always lived on the mountains."
+
+"I am glad of that, my boy—seeing we could not very well manage that
+you should do so," said Mr. Gray, with a smile.
+
+"I like better living here," said Willie. "I am most fond of England,
+Papa; only I think the mountains are as lovely as can be. And when I am
+a big man, I mean to go and see them always in the summer, and climb
+right to the top of them, all among the snow and ice."
+
+"Well, Willie, if you live to be a big man, and God gives you health
+and strength, I hope your wish may come true."
+
+"Only it seems a long way off to when I shall be grown-up," said Willie.
+
+"And you have a great many lessons to learn before then, Willie."
+
+"I do not like lessons very much," said Willie, gravely.
+
+"But you would like to be a wise man some day, Willie—not a great tall
+man with a little boy's mind?"
+
+"No, I should not like that," said Willie, "because people would laugh
+at me."
+
+"And, worse than that, it would be hiding away the powers God has given
+you, instead of using them in His service. The Bible tells us that
+whatever we attempt to do, we must do with our might; that means, we
+must do our very best. You have had a long holiday, Willie, and a great
+deal of pleasure; and now I hope you are going to be a very steady busy
+little boy, and do your lessons with all your might."
+
+"I do mean to try, Papa," said Willie, in a thoughtful tone.
+
+
+
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+<p>Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image001" style="max-width: 33.8125em;">
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+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h1>WILLIE AND LUCY ABROAD.</h1>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+BY THE AUTHOR OF<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+"WILLIE AND LUCY AT THE SEA-SIDE;" "WILLIE AND LUCY AT HOME;"<br>
+"HUNGERING AND THIRSTING;" ETC.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t1">
+<em>[Agnes Giberne]</em><br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+LONDON:<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+56, PATERNOSTER ROW; 65, ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD;<br>
+AND 164, PICCADILLY.<br>
+MANCHESTER: 100, CORPORATION STREET.<br>
+BRIGHTON: 31, WESTERN ROAD.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+LONDON<br>
+PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS<br>
+STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3b">
+CONTENTS.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>CHAPTER.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_1">I. GOING ABROAD</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_2">II. ON BOARD THE STEAMER</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_3">III. WILLIE'S MISTAKE</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_4">IV. SNOW-PEAKS</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_5">V. A SWISS WALK</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_6">VI. UP A MOUNTAIN</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_7">VII. A ROW ON THE LAKE</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_8">VIII. WILLIE'S FALL</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#Chapter_9">IX. THE END</a></p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b>WILLIE AND LUCY ABROAD.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image003" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image003.jpg" alt="image003">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_1">CHAPTER I.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>GOING ABROAD.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"MAMMA," said Willie Gray, one morning, stopping short in the midst of
+building a high brick tower upon the floor—"Mamma, Nurse says it is
+just a year since we went to the sea-side."</p>
+
+<p>"Nurse is quite right, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you going to take us to the sea-side again this summer, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I think not," said Mrs. Gray, smiling a little.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sorry for that," said Willie; "because I should like so much to
+dig in the sand, and to make houses and hills and rivers, and to swim
+my boat, and to row on the water. It would be very nice. Are we going
+to stay at home all the summer, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I hope we are going somewhere," said Mrs. Gray. "Guess where it is
+to be, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"Into the country?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"No, not the country."</p>
+
+<p>"To London?" asked Willie, with rather a grave face, for he thought
+that would not be half so nice.</p>
+
+<p>"No, not London either."</p>
+
+<p>"Then, I don't know where it can be, if it is not either sea-side, or
+London, or country," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"You were saying just now that you were fond of making hills on the
+sand," said Mrs. Gray. "But those are very little hills, Willie. How
+would you like to see real hills—very, very high ones?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should like it very much," said Willie. "I would scamper up them
+with Pepper, and see which could run the fastest."</p>
+
+<p>"Pepper will have to stay at home, I am afraid. Do you know what the
+very highest hills are called?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mountains," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you ever seen a mountain?" asked Mrs. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Mamma; because you told me, you know, that we have not got great
+mountains in England. I should like to see a tall great mountain very
+much. Are we then going to see a mountain this year? Oh, Mamma, are we?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie gave a great jump of delight as his Mamma's face showed him that
+he had found out the truth at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Not one mountain only, Willie, but a great many. We are going to a
+country which has some of the highest mountains in the world. Do you
+know where Mont Blanc is?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mont Blanc," said Willie, slowly. "I had that in my lessons only a
+little while ago, and you told me that it meant White Mountain, because
+it always has snow upon it."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, that is the reason the name was given, no doubt. Good boy, not to
+forget what you are told. And in what country is Mont Blanc?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie did not look very certain.</p>
+
+<p>"It is in Switzerland, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"And are we going to Switzerland?" asked Willie. "And are we going to
+live up on the top of Mont Blanc?"</p>
+
+<p>"That is a silly question, Willie. You are not thinking what you
+are saying. Do you not know what I told you about those very high
+mountains?"</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image004" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image004.jpg" alt="image004">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes! You said it was so hard to get to the top, and the cold there
+is dreadful, and people cannot breathe well up there. Mamma, I don't
+mean are we going to live on the top, but are we going to Mont Blanc?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, not to Mont Blanc, but to a village on the shores of a great lake
+in the same country. Look here, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Gray pulled out her watch as she spoke. Willie had often seen it
+before, but he always liked to see it again. It was such a tiny little
+gold watch, with such bright jewels shining in the back.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know where this watch was made?" asked Mrs. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"Was it not at a shop?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but not any shop in England. It was made at Geneva. And Geneva is
+a town built at the end of a lovely lake, which is called the Lake of
+Geneva."</p>
+
+<p>"And are we going to live at Geneva?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Not to live in Switzerland at all, Willie; for we are only going for a
+few weeks. We shall stay in a village near the other end of the lake,
+and I hope you may have many a scramble in the mountains."</p>
+
+<p>"It will be very, very nice," said Willie. "And how soon shall we go,
+Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"Next week, I hope."</p>
+
+<p>Willie clapped his hands, and then said, "May I go and tell Lucy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, run away. She does not know yet."</p>
+
+<p>Willie dashed upstairs in a great hurry, and threw open the nursery
+door, calling out—</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy, Lucy, only hear! Where do you think we are going this summer?"</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was sitting on her little low chair, with her doll in her lap,
+putting on its best frock, and she was so busy that she did not answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy," Willie cried again, "where do you think we are going?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," said Lucy, trying to tie some very short frock strings,
+and then giving a sigh. "Nurse, I do wish I had a bit of tape for my
+dolly."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll give you a piece, Miss Lucy. How long do you want it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy, you don't care a bit about my news," said Willie, half-vexed. "I
+don't think I will tell you any more."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll listen just in a minute," said Lucy, looking up. "I only want to
+tie my dolly's frock. Thank you, Nursie. Now, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>But Willie was rather put out. He walked to the window, and stood
+looking into the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, Master Willie," said Nurse, "what is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy doesn't care," said Willie, in a tone which sounded just a little
+sulky.</p>
+
+<p>"I do," said Lucy, looking up at him. "I am sure I want to hear your
+news, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"It's about our going out somewhere this summer," said Willie, twisting
+round, with his back to the window; "but I don't think I will tell you
+now."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Yes you will," said Nurse. "It would not be kind if you did not."</p>
+
+<p>"Nurse, do 'you' know?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>And Nurse nodded her head.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't tell Lucy, because I want to tell," said Willie, all at once in
+a great hurry to speak. "Lucy, we are going to Switzerland."</p>
+
+<p>"Are we?" said Lucy. "I would rather go to the sea-side."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, you wouldn't, because we shall see real mountains, and ice and
+snow in summer," said Willie. "And we shall have to cross over the sea.
+Nurse, I wonder if it will be like that day when you came from France
+once before. You told us, you know, that the water poured over the
+deck, and through the skylight, and right down upon you. I should like
+to see that."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, Master Willie, but I think I would rather keep dry this
+time," said Nurse, laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! But I only meant that I wanted to see the rough water—not to see
+you wet, Nurse."</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+————————————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_2">CHAPTER II.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>ON BOARD THE STEAMER.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>THE next week was a busy time indeed with all the making ready for the
+journey. Willie and Lucy wanted very much to help in the packing, and
+thought it very great fun, but somehow they always found themselves in
+the way. They began to learn at last that the best way of helping was
+to keep in corners as much as they could.</p>
+
+<p>Then the day came on which it had been fixed that they should all
+start. A fly came to the door, and the luggage was piled on the top,
+and they drove off to the station. They went by train to London, and
+there changed into a second train, which took them down to Dover. And
+when they reached Dover, they went straight on board the steamer which
+was to carry them to France.</p>
+
+<p>Willie was so full of delight and wonder at all the new things he saw
+that, as Nurse said, he was "half out of his wits." He stumbled up
+against other people, and tripped his feet over boxes and ropes, and
+stared about him without seeing where he went, till Mr. Gray took his
+hand, and held it tightly, quite afraid that Willie would be lost in
+the bustle.</p>
+
+<p>At last they were all safely on board, and the piles of luggage were
+stowed away, and no one else seemed coming. And then Willie gave a
+little jump, and cried out:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Mamma, we're off!"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't like it," said Lucy, who was seated on Mrs. Gray's knee, and
+clinging to her, as if rather afraid. "I don't like such a noise."</p>
+
+<p>"We are not going to have such a noise now," said Mrs. Gray, kissing
+her. "Sit up, Lucy, and see how pretty the water looks, and how the sun
+sparkles on it. We are not going to have a rough trip at all."</p>
+
+<p>"Then the waves won't pour over the deck, will they?" said Willie,
+looking rather sober. "I wanted to see that."</p>
+
+<p>"So you wanted to have a shower-bath, and be sent down to the cabin,
+did you, my little man?" said a voice close by.</p>
+
+<p>Willie turned, and gazed up at the speaker, and thought he looked a
+very nice kind old gentleman indeed.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't want to go down in the cabin at all to stay," said Willie.
+"I should like to stay up on deck all the while. But I did want to see
+it rough."</p>
+
+<p>"Come with me, and you shall see it rough in one place," said the old
+gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>Willie looked at his Mamma, but she nodded and smiled; so Willie gave
+his hand to the old gentleman, and ran along by his side. They went
+through a crowd of people sitting about on the deck, with children, and
+shawls, and bags, and baskets. And soon they reached the side of the
+steamer.</p>
+
+<p>"Look over," said the old gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>Willie did look over, and said:—</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Isn't it pretty? Oh, that is so rough!"</p>
+
+<p>"What makes so much foam?" asked the old gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>"The paddle-wheel," said Willie. "Oh, doesn't it sparkle?—And what big
+waves we leave behind us! I should like to go down quite close to all
+that white foam."</p>
+
+<p>The old gentleman let Willie look until he was tired. Then, sitting
+down, he took Willie between his knees and said:—</p>
+
+<p>"Now, suppose you tell me your name."</p>
+
+<p>"Willie Gray," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah!—A nice quiet useful name. And you don't ask mine back?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie seemed puzzled for a moment, and then said:—</p>
+
+<p>"No, because it would be rude."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite right, my little man. I am glad you are so well taught. Old
+gentlemen may ask many questions of little boys, which little boys
+could not ask of old gentlemen without great rudeness."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know," said Willie, nodding his head.</p>
+
+<p>"And where are you going now, I wonder?" asked the gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>"We are going to Switzerland," said Willie. "And we shall see great
+mountains, with snow on the tops of them in hot weather."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I hope you will enjoy them very much," said the old gentleman.
+"Did you ever see a mountain before?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Willie. "I have seen some hills, but never a real mountain."</p>
+
+<p>"I think you will admire them very much. Look here, little Willie Gray."</p>
+
+<p>Willie looked up in the old gentleman's face.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I may never happen to meet you again after to-day. It is most
+likely not. Shall I give you a little thought to carry away, and to
+keep in your mind, so that it will come back to you when you think of
+this steamer, and the paddle-wheel, and the foam, and the water?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie could not think what the old gentleman meant, but he said,
+"Please."</p>
+
+<p>"It is pretty there, is it not?" said the gentleman, pointing down to
+where the white sparkling foam rushed in a torrent past.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, very pretty!" said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"And the sea is pretty too, with its blue colour, and the blue sky
+over, and the bright sunshine?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is all lovely," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Lovely it is—much more than just pretty. And the mountains which you
+are going to see, Willie—you will find them more grand and lovely than
+you can fancy now."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"And I dare say Willie Gray knows who made all this beauty," said the
+old gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>"God made it," said Willie slowly.</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, God made it, Willie. He made the earth, and He gave the earth its
+beauty. He made the sea, and He gave the sea its beauty. He made the
+mountains, and birds, and flowers, and He gave them all their beauty.
+But He need not have done so. He might have made them all plain, and
+dark, and ugly. We don't deserve to have one bit of beauty round us."</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad we have," said Willie. "I shouldn't like to see all the
+world ugly."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! But what ought we to learn from all this beauty that God has given
+us to enjoy? What does it show?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think it shows that God loves us," said Willie, after a little
+thought.</p>
+
+<p>"That is what I mean," said the old gentleman, patting Willie's head.
+"Don't forget that, my little man. Never look at beauty, and think
+only, 'How lovely it is!' But thank God in your heart, and think how
+kind and loving it is of God to give us such beauty and joy."</p>
+
+<p>"I know that text: 'God so loved the world,'" said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me how it goes on, Willie. Does it say, 'He loved the world so
+much that He gave it beauty?'"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Willie. "'God so loved the world that He gave His only
+begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
+have everlasting life."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye; there is the greatest love of all," said the old gentleman. "It
+is kind and loving of God to send us so much beauty and joy as we
+have in our sinful world. But that is nothing to the love He showed
+in sending His own dear Son to die for our sins upon the Cross, that
+all—you and I too, Willie—might be safe for ever, if we put our trust
+in Him. Willie, if you know something, even a little, of the love of
+God, you are a happy little boy. If not, I pray that you may know it
+soon."</p>
+
+<p>Then the old gentleman took Willie back to Mr. and Mrs. Gray, talking
+to him and telling him stories all the way as they went.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+————————————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_3">CHAPTER III.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>WILLIE'S MISTAKE.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>WHEN the steamer reached Calais, Mr. and Mrs. Gray, and Willie, and
+Lucy, and Nurse, went on shore. They slept that night at an hotel,
+and Willie thought it seemed very funny indeed to hear all the people
+talking French round him. The servant came in and spoke to Mrs. Gray,
+and Mrs. Gray spoke back, and Willie could not make out a word of what
+they said; so he began to laugh. But Mrs. Gray told him that was not
+polite, for the servant might think he was laughing at her. So Willie
+squeezed his hand over his mouth, and did his best to look grave.</p>
+
+<p>Next day, they went on by train to Paris, and stayed there for two
+nights.</p>
+
+<p>Willie thought the journey all very nice, but he was so eager to see
+the mountains that he would have liked to get on faster.</p>
+
+<p>They had one day in a "diligence," that is, a large rumbling coach.
+Willie and Lucy were both very much pleased to have to get up and dress
+by candlelight at one o'clock in the morning, and to start in the coach
+at two. But they both grew very sleepy and tired as the fourteen hours
+of their long drive passed away, and Willie wanted very much to jump
+out sometimes, and take a run, and stretch his cramped legs.</p>
+
+<p>It roused them quite up at last, though, to reach the high Jura
+Mountains. Willie rubbed his eyes, and began to look about him again
+quite briskly, and said:—</p>
+
+<p>"Are we really going up a mountain, Mamma? And where is the snow?"</p>
+
+<p>"The Jura Mountains are not high enough to keep snow on them all
+through the summer, dear," said Mrs. Gray. "Still they are very much
+higher than any hills you have ever seen."</p>
+
+<p>Willie thought so too when the "diligence" had reached the top, and
+began to go down on the other side.</p>
+
+<p>It was such a steep sharp zig-zag on which they drove, that Nurse was
+quite afraid lest the great "diligence" should topple over and fall
+down the mountain; but Mr. Gray said they need not have any fear.
+Willie clapped his hands when he saw a little chaise going quickly down
+in the bends of the road far below them. And, though the road was so
+steep, both the little chaise and the great "diligence" reached the
+bottom of the mountain quite safely.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image005" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image005.jpg" alt="image005">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>Mr. and Mrs. Gray had settled to sleep in Geneva this night—the very
+same place where Mrs. Gray's pretty watch came from. Willie made a
+funny mistake when they first got there. Mr. Gray stayed behind at the
+station to see after the boxes, and sent on the others in a cab to the
+hotel. As soon as they were in their rooms, Willie ran to the window;
+and there, instead of the road, he saw a great deep strong stream of
+water, like a wide river, rushing past quite close to the house. Willie
+called out so loud that he startled the others.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the matter, Master Willie?" asked Nurse.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Nurse, Nurse, look here!" cried Willie, in great distress. "There
+has been a flood, and the water has come right over the road, and Papa
+will be drowned."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Master Willie, that is the river," said Nurse.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no! It's the road. Look, it is close up to the house," said Willie,
+almost sobbing. "And Papa will never be able to drive here from the
+station."</p>
+
+<p>Nurse took Willie's hand without a word, and, leading him into a second
+room across the passage, she told him to look out of the window.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, there's the very road we came by. Oh Nurse, I'm so glad!" said
+Willie, in great relief. "But what is all that water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, that is the river, Master Willie. That is at the back of the
+hotel, and the road is in front of it."</p>
+
+<p>"The river?" said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, the river Rhone, Willie," said his Mamma, who was in the room.
+"Did you never hear the name of the Rhone at your lessons?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie was not quite sure whether he had, but he felt very certain that
+he would never forget it again from this time. He liked to stand at the
+window of the other room and look down at the wide deep water, rushing
+and rushing past, and never stopping for a single instant. He thought
+even the snowy mountains could hardly be more lovely.</p>
+
+<p>And, to tell the truth, Willie at first thought them a great deal less
+lovely. For the next day was damp, and dull, and drizzling, with heavy
+clouds low down in the sky. They had to finish off their long journey
+in a steamer, which took them from one end of the lake to the other,
+and it was a very dismal voyage indeed. Then, when they landed, they
+drove through pouring rain to the little village of Veytaux, where a
+friend had chosen them some lodgings.</p>
+
+<p>But the lodgings were not so nice as Mr. and Mrs. Gray had wished. It
+was a dull little house, just in the middle of the village, and the
+sitting-room had only one window looking into a small yard, with high
+walls round it and a mulberry tree standing in the middle. Little Lucy
+was so tired that she curled herself up on the sofa and went sound
+asleep. And Willie stood by the window, looking out, and saying in a
+doleful tone:—</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, I don't like Switzerland one bit. It isn't the least like what
+I thought it was going to be."</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a little, Willie," said his Mamma, smiling. "I don't like this
+house, I confess, but Papa will look out for other lodgings in a day or
+two. And as for Switzerland, you have not seen it yet."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care for the mountains," said Willie. "I am sure they don't
+look high."</p>
+
+<p>"No, because you cannot see much of them—the clouds come so low down
+their sides."</p>
+
+<p>"Do the tops go up higher than those clouds, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed they do. The mountains are all wearing night-caps to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"I think they are day-caps," said Willie, "and very wet ones too,
+Mamma."</p>
+
+<p>That little bit of a laugh cheered Willie up. He ate a very good tea,
+and then was glad to go to bed and to sleep, hoping to wake up and see
+something better worth looking at than low grey clouds next morning.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_4">CHAPTER IV.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>SNOW-PEAKS.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"WELL, Willie," said Mr. Gray the next morning, which was Sunday, "what
+do you think of Switzerland now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nurse says it is going to be a fine day, Papa."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you seen the mountains yet?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Papa. There's only a wall, and a tree, to be seen from my room."</p>
+
+<p>"Come here and look out."</p>
+
+<p>There was not much to be seen here either, except the little yard with
+its mulberry tree. But, by standing close to the window, Willie could
+catch a glimpse of a clear white patch high up against the blue sky.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know what that is, Willie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it a cloud, Papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"That is the snowy summit of a mountain—the Dent du Midi, as it is
+called. It is a long way off from here, and it has seven peaks rising
+up, all in a row, but you cannot see them all from this window."</p>
+
+<p>"It looks very high up," said Willie, slowly. "But I did not think
+mountains were like that, Papa. It seems more like a cloud."</p>
+
+<p>"You will see the whole mountain more plainly by-and-by. There are
+mists below, hiding the sides. It is a grand sight, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"Please let me see too," said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>But when she had looked, she thought even less of it than Willie did,
+and the two children ate their breakfast with rather sober faces.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image006" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image006.jpg" alt="image006">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>They did not look sober though, or think little of the mountains,
+after breakfast, when they started to go to church. It was a bright
+clear day, and the lake sparkled in the sunshine as if it were made of
+diamonds, and the mighty mountains rose all round, one behind another,
+till Willie thought there seemed no end to their number. He liked to
+see the great forests of pine trees too, which grew upon the sides of
+the mountains, and the vineyards down below, reaching almost to the
+shores of the lake.</p>
+
+<p>He liked to see the Swiss people also, and to notice how unlike they
+were to English people. No one passed without saying "Bon jour," which
+Mrs. Gray told Willie was the French for "Good day." Mr. and Mrs. Gray
+always said "Bon jour" back again. Willie wanted to do it too, but he
+felt sure he should laugh if he tried, and he thought that would not
+seem polite. There were nice old women in black silk and lace caps, and
+other women in wide straw hats, with a little round knob at the top.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Willie," said his Papa, when they had all come back from church,
+"what do you think of the great mountains now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Papa, I think they are just as splendid as can be," said Willie. "I
+should like to go right up to the top of them."</p>
+
+<p>"You could not go to the tops of the higher ones, for you are too
+small. But some of the lower mountains you shall try, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to live always by the mountains," said Willie. "Papa,
+the old gentleman in the steamer told me—"</p>
+
+<p>"Told you what, Willie'?" asked his Papa, as Willie stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy, you say it," said Willie, hanging his head. "I told you."</p>
+
+<p>But Lucy only put down her head on her Mamma's dress, and Willie had to
+go on.</p>
+
+<p>"He told me, Papa—he said—he said it was very good of God to make the
+mountains and the sea so lovely."</p>
+
+<p>"And so indeed it is, Willie. Think how much pleasure God gives to us
+all by the beauty of the earth."</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, is there anything about mountains in the Bible?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"A good many things," said Mr. Gray. "See if you and Lucy can't tell me
+some."</p>
+
+<p>"I know one," said Willie. "It was on a mountain that the Lord Jesus
+changed so bright, and His raiment was white, so that it couldn't be
+made any whiter."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite true, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"And I know," said Lucy shyly. "It was on a mountain that the ark
+stopped."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear; the ark rested on Mount Ararat, when the flood began to
+pass away."</p>
+
+<p>"And it was on Mount Sinai where Moses stayed up forty days," said
+Willie. "And wasn't it on a mountain, too, that God spoke to Elijah?
+And it was on a mountain that the Lord Jesus said those texts, 'Blessed
+are the pure in heart,' and 'Blessed are the meek,' and the others.
+And I know He used often to go and pray in a mountain at night. What
+numbers of mountains there are spoken about in the Bible!"</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if you can tell me some verses of a Psalm which you have
+often heard," said Mr. Gray. "Something about the sea and the hills."</p>
+
+<p>Willie could not say what it was, so his father said the words for him.</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"'The Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In His hand
+are all the corners of the earth; the strength of the hills is His
+also. The sea is His, and He made it, and His hands prepared the dry
+land. O come let us worship and fall down: let us kneel before the Lord
+our Maker."<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"What does the strength of the hills mean, Papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do you not see, Willie, what strong mighty hills they are—how nothing
+can overthrow them! Nothing that men could do, I mean. Only God who
+made them could destroy them. But to us they are indeed strong. Did you
+ever hear that verse:</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"'Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever Thou hadst formed
+the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting thou art
+God'?"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," said Willie, slowly. "Isn't there a little bit of a
+hymn that we sing which is like that rather, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear. You mean this:</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"'Before the hills in order stood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or earth received her frame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;From everlasting Thou art God,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To endless years the same.'"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I meant that," said Willie. "I like that hymn."</p>
+
+<p>"See if you can find one more verse about mountains—in the sixty-fifth
+psalm, Willie," said Mr. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>Willie pored over his Bible for a minute or two, and then said:—</p>
+
+<p>"Is it not this:</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"'Which by His strength setteth fast the mountains, being girded with
+power'?"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"That is it, dear. So in one verse we read of the strength of the
+hills, and in a second verse of the strength of God who gave to the
+hills their strength. It is good to think of our God as so strong,
+Willie, when we know that we ourselves are so weak. It is good, because
+He is just as loving as He is strong, and likes nothing better than
+that we should go to Him for help in our weakness."</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_5">CHAPTER V.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>A SWISS WALK.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"ARE you going to take us for a walk, Nurse? Oh Nurse, where are we
+going?" cried Willie, jumping about with delight after breakfast next
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>"May we go to the lake?" asked Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no! We're going up the mountains," said Willie. "You'll take us,
+won't you, Nurse?"</p>
+
+<p>"But I would much rather go down on the shore," said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"But you can't, because I'm the eldest," said Willie. "And there is no
+sand on the shore, but only shingles, Papa says, and not nice shingles
+like those at the sea-side. I want a great deal more to go up the
+mountains."</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder which is going to give way," said Nurse. "I can't take you to
+both places at the same time, you know."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy said nothing, and Willie set himself with his back against the
+wall, looking rather cross.</p>
+
+<p>"Master Willie is the eldest, to be sure," said Nurse, "and so he has
+the right to choose first. But then Miss Lucy is a little girl, and
+real gentlemen always give way to ladies."</p>
+
+<p>"I am not a gentleman yet. I'm a boy," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"But if gentlemen give way to ladies, boys should give way to girls,"
+said Nurse.</p>
+
+<p>"Lucy always wants to do what I don't like," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't," said Lucy, rather hurt. "I'll go up the mountains if you
+like. Only, please, don't let us go up quite so high as the snow,
+Willie, because I don't like to be cold."</p>
+
+<p>Nurse kissed Lucy, and told her that there was no fear of their getting
+near the snow, and Willie felt rather small. He knew that he ought to
+draw back now, and offer to go on the shore. But, though he felt that
+he was acting like a selfish boy, his wishes were too strong, and he
+said nothing.</p>
+
+<p>It was a lovely walk that they had, and Lucy soon ceased to be sorry
+that they had not gone down on the shore. They found a nice wide path,
+leading along the side of one of the mountains, and by-and-by they came
+to a stream of water, which ran through a little ravine, and crossed
+the road in front of them.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Nurse, how are we going to get across?" cried Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, I think I shall have to wade through and carry you both," said
+Nurse, laughing. "Or else we must turn back."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, don't turn back!" said Willie. "Look, it isn't so wide up there
+on the grass. Could you not jump across? Or shall I get some big stones
+and put them in here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Stepping-stones? Not a bad plan," said Nurse. "I don't see any large
+enough about here though."</p>
+
+<p>"But I saw some a little way back; I am quite sure I did," said Willie.
+"May I go and see?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but we will all go," said Nurse. "I can't have you running about
+alone and losing yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure I should not lose myself," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>But Nurse turned round, so he had to submit. Soon they found some large
+stones, just as Willie had thought, lying in the grass by the side of
+the path, and he was very glad he had seen them. Nurse took up two of
+the stones, and Willie lifted a third, which he could just hold with
+both hands; and even Lucy would carry a small one.</p>
+
+<p>Then they came to the stream, and Nurse put down her two stones with
+care, and said, "Mind how you do it, Master Willie."</p>
+
+<p>But Willie, instead of minding, threw his stone straight into the
+middle of the water, so that there came a great splash all over Nurse's
+dress.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Master Willie! How could you?" said Nurse gravely. "Just as I was
+speaking to you too."</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't mean to wet you, Nurse; I can't help it."</p>
+
+<p>"But you could have helped it if you had just thought for one moment
+before throwing the stone in," said Nurse. "My dress is quite wet,
+Master Willie, and I must go home now and change it."</p>
+
+<p>Willie did not like that at all, and he began to cry. He cried so loud
+that Nurse was quite glad no one was by to see him acting so like a
+baby. The truth was, Willie felt he had been selfish about their choice
+of a walk that morning, and his feeling so made him ready to be cross
+about the least thing.</p>
+
+<p>But Nurse would not go on. She could not walk in such wet clothes, and
+she also wanted Willie to learn not to do such careless things. Willie
+did not go on making a noise all the way home, but he sobbed to himself
+a little, and thought it very hard. And it never seemed to strike him
+that Nurse might think it rather hard on her part to have her clean
+dress made in such a mess. Only Nurse took it kindly, and did not make
+any fuss.</p>
+
+<p>When Nurse had changed her wet clothes, she was quite ready to take
+them out again, and this time she said it should be to the shore.</p>
+
+<p>"But I want to go up the mountain again," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Willie, what a cross face!" said Mrs. Gray, looking up from her
+work. "Is that the way you are going to frown at the mountains while we
+are here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Master Willie can't be happy unless he has things all his own way,
+ma'am," said Nurse.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Gray asked what Nurse meant.</p>
+
+<p>And Nurse told her how Willie had wanted to go up towards the
+mountains, and how Lucy had wanted to go down to the lake, and how Lucy
+had given way, and Willie had not even thanked her, and how he now
+wanted his own way over again.</p>
+
+<p>"Willie, I thought you were a kinder little boy," said his Mamma. "I
+am sorry you can show so much temper. If you cannot be a cheerful and
+pleasant boy out of doors, you had better stay in with me this morning."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no—oh please, Mamma!" said Willie, in great alarm.</p>
+
+<p>"Would you like to go on the shore with Nurse and Lucy, and will you
+not grumble any more?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie hung his head, and at length said, rather faintly, "N-o!"</p>
+
+<p>"But I want more than that, Willie. I can't have Nurse's and Lucy's
+pleasure spoilt by a fractious little boy."</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, I won't be cross," said Willie, with a great sigh.</p>
+
+<p>And Lucy put her little arms round him, and said, "I'd rather go up the
+mountains again."</p>
+
+<p>"No, we won't," said Willie. "We'll go right down on the shore, and
+look for pretty pebbles, and see if the tide is coming in."</p>
+
+<p>"But you can't do that, Willie, because there are no tides in the
+lake," said Mrs. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"No tides!" Willie's eyes were wide open in surprise. "Does not the
+water come up and go down?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; it is always the same, except that it is sometimes rough and
+sometimes smooth. That is one thing in which a lake is unlike the sea."</p>
+
+<p>Willie was almost as anxious as Lucy herself now to see the lake. He
+was quite happy again, and, taking Lucy's little hand, he ran down the
+road towards the lake, with Nurse coming behind them, and they spent a
+very merry hour upon the shore, until it was time to go home to dinner.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image007" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image007.jpg" alt="image007">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_6">CHAPTER VI.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>UP A MOUNTAIN.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"WHAT do you think we are going to do to-day?" asked Mr. Gray the next
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>Willie could not think what it might be; so he put down his bread and
+butter, and waited with a very anxious face to hear.</p>
+
+<p>"Try and guess," said Mr. Gray, smiling.</p>
+
+<p>"Are we going up the mountains?" said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Not up more than one at a time," said Mr. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"Up one mountain then, Papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have told some men to bring two mules here after breakfast. Mamma is
+going to ride one, and the other has a safe saddle for Lucy, and Nurse
+and you and I will walk. How would you like to go up to Glion?"</p>
+
+<p>"Glion," said Willie slowly. "Oh Papa, is not that where the Swiss
+wooden house is on the top of the little mountain?"</p>
+
+<p>"Little!" Mr. Gray said with a smile. "Yes, I think you mean the right
+one. The wooden house is called a châlet."</p>
+
+<p>"It has a roof that sticks out all round, and it has balconies," said
+Willie. "Nurse told me it was called a 'chlâet.' Papa, I have wanted
+ever since we came to go up there, but Lucy can't walk so far."</p>
+
+<p>"No; so she is going to ride," said his Papa.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after breakfast the two mules were at the door. Willie thought
+they were very funny creatures, partly like horses and partly like
+donkeys. The one on which Lucy rode was a very quiet old mule indeed.
+Lucy was half-afraid at first, and held Nurse's hand tightly. But she
+soon found she need not fear, and she began to talk and laugh with
+Willie, as he ran by her side.</p>
+
+<p>It was such a lovely day that no one could help feeling happy and
+bright. Willie had never seen such a deep blue sky as on that day,
+and far away in the distance there were white snow-peaks standing out
+against it. It was strange to look upon snow while they felt so hot
+themselves.</p>
+
+<p>There was a broad carriage-road leading up to Glion, winding backwards
+and forwards, and all the way up Willie raced about, and hunted for
+flowers, and was very merry. So it was no wonder that by the time they
+reached the top, he was glad to sit down and rest. Mrs. Gray was helped
+off her mule, and Lucy was lifted down to the ground. Then Nurse opened
+a little basket which she had brought with her, and Willie felt so
+hungry with the mountain air that he was very glad indeed to think he
+might have a sandwich.</p>
+
+<p>So they found a nice grassy spot, where they had a good view of the
+lake and mountains. And they sat down, and Mrs. Gray handed a sandwich
+to each of them, and took one for herself as well.</p>
+
+<p>"I like this very much," said Willie—"Oh so much, Mamma! I should like
+to live up here all the rest of my life. Shouldn't you, Lucy?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Lucy. "I want to go to bed by-and-by."</p>
+
+<p>"But we could have beds up here," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image008" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image008.jpg" alt="image008">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"You would find it very cold in winter, Willie," said his Papa.</p>
+
+<p>"Should I?" said Willie. "But I like cold. Papa, is this mountain
+bigger than Heath Hill at home?"</p>
+
+<p>"This mountain is a thousand feet high, Willie," said Mr. Gray, "and
+Heath Hill is two hundred feet. Which is the highest?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh this, a great deal," said Willie. "A thousand is a great deal more
+than two hundred. A thousand is ten hundred, and that is five times
+as much as two hundred. Papa, I should never have thought that this
+mountain was five times as high as Heath Hill."</p>
+
+<p>"No; you called it 'a little mountain' this morning."</p>
+
+<p>"So I did, Papa, and I am sure I never called our hill at home a little
+hill, because I always thought it so big."</p>
+
+<p>"See if you can tell me the reason why you think this a little mountain
+and that a big hill, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>Willie thought very hard, and ate a second sandwich and two biscuits,
+while he was thinking. At length he said:—</p>
+
+<p>"I think I know."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me, then."</p>
+
+<p>"Is it not, Papa, because—because—Papa, I don't know how to say it."</p>
+
+<p>"Try, and do the best you can."</p>
+
+<p>"Because there are not any bigger hills at home, and because the
+mountains here are so much bigger," said Willie. "I don't know how to
+say just what I mean."</p>
+
+<p>"I see what you want to say. At home we have that one hill on a flat
+plain, and there is nothing else so large, which makes it seem a high
+hill, though it is not so really. But here, though this mountain is a
+thousand feet high, yet, as it stands among others which are three,
+and six, and eight, and nine thousand feet high, it only looks like a
+hill beside them. Just as Willie seems a very big boy if he is among a
+number of tiny babies, but a very little boy if he is among a number of
+tall men."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Papa, that is just what I meant," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>Then he jumped up, and ran about with Lucy, and had a great deal of
+fun. By-and-by Mrs. Gray and Lucy mounted their mules again, and they
+all went down the road back to Verney.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_7">CHAPTER VII.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>A ROW ON THE LAKE.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>WILLIE did so wish the six weeks of their stay would not go quite so
+fast. Each day he had some nice pleasure, and each day the mountains
+seemed to grow more grand and lovely. Willie often could not help
+thinking of what the old gentleman on the steamer had said about the
+love and goodness of God, in giving such beauty to the earth for the
+joy of men.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes Willie used to go long rambles with his Papa up the
+mountains, and bring home great bunches of wild flowers to his Mamma
+and to Lucy. Sometimes he used to go to places nearer at hand with
+Nurse, and frighten poor Nurse by scrambling about in steep places
+where she could not follow him.</p>
+
+<p>But, then, Willie had learned now to do as he was told much more
+quickly than he used to do. But for that Nurse would not have dared to
+let him climb about nearly so much. It was only because she knew he
+would come back the moment she thought it right to call or beckon, that
+she could venture to let him scramble about as much as he did.</p>
+
+<p>They used sometimes to go along the broad road beside the lake for a
+change. It was not so nice as up the mountains, but Willie and Lucy
+liked to see the little lizards running about on the walls from crevice
+to crevice. Sometimes Willie tried to catch them, but they always
+wriggled away.</p>
+
+<p>At other times, Nurse took them walking through the vineyards. The
+paths there were very narrow; so Willie used to march on in front, with
+Lucy after him, and the low vines on each side. It was nice to see all
+the bunches of grapes, growing slowly ripe for the coming autumn. The
+grapes were very small, and hard, and green now, but by-and-by they
+would be large, and full, and sweet. Then on a certain day would begin
+the vintage that is, all the people would set to work to pick their
+grapes. Some of the grapes would be eaten, but the greater number would
+be used for making wine.</p>
+
+<p>The old woman who owned the house, where Mr. Gray had now taken
+lodgings, had a nice little vineyard of her own. She was a kind old
+woman, and said she wished Mr. and Mrs. Gray would stay on till the
+vintage-time, so that they might spend a day in her vineyard, and eat
+as many grapes as they liked. Willie thought that would indeed be nice;
+but he knew they had no hope of doing any such thing, for Mr. Gray
+could not remain away so long from home.</p>
+
+<p>One day Mr. Gray took them all out for a long row on the lake. Willie
+had been wanting very much to go, and he was glad when it at last came
+to pass.</p>
+
+<p>"It doesn't feel like the sea at all," he said, as the boat moved
+softly over the still clear water. "There were big waves there, and
+Lucy was afraid; but there are no waves here."</p>
+
+<p>"Was no one afraid except Lucy?" asked Mr. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, I don't think I was much afraid," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"If you were even a little, you had better have told us about that
+little first, and about Lucy's fear after. But there are waves here too
+sometimes, Willie—when there comes a storm."</p>
+
+<p>"Are there storms on the lake?" asked Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Very often in the winter, and sometimes in the summer too. People have
+often been drowned in this lake, if they have been careless, or have
+not known enough about boating, for the storms are very sudden when
+they do come, and boats are sometimes turned over all in a moment."</p>
+
+<p>"Are there going to be any storms to-day?" asked Willie, rather gravely.</p>
+
+<p>"No; I think we are pretty sure to have none to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"There's no seaweed in this lake," said Willie, after a little while.</p>
+
+<p>"Not likely to be seaweed in a lake, Willie," said his Mamma, laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Willie; "I know there can't be, Mamma. But I should like to
+find some great long pieces of ribbon seaweed, like what we used to
+find last year."</p>
+
+<p>"I like the sea," said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"So do I," said Willie. "But I like the lake too. Papa, I do wish I
+might row the boat."</p>
+
+<p>"You row, Willie!" said Mr. Gray. "I am afraid the boat will get along
+very slowly."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure I could do it," said Willie—"I am quite sure I could. It
+looks as easy as easy can be."</p>
+
+<p>"Does it?" said Mr. Gray, smiling. "I would not be too sure, Willie, if
+I were you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! But it does look so very easy," said Willie. "May I not try, Papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said his Papa.</p>
+
+<p>So Mr. Gray handed one oar to Willie, and took the other himself.
+Willie grasped his oar with both hands, and tried his best, but he
+found it very hard to move. And at the first pull, Willie's oar missed
+the water, and went up into the air instead, and Willie went backwards
+into the bottom of the boat.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image009" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image009.jpg" alt="image009">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>Willie was rather startled, but he would not cry, though he had to wink
+very hard for a minute after they picked him up; neither would he stop
+trying yet. Mr. Gray told him a little about how to hold and to manage
+the oar. Then Willie began again to pull, and he pulled with great care
+for some minutes.</p>
+
+<p>But at length Lucy said, "Why, Willie, we are going round and round."</p>
+
+<p>"No, we're not," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"But I am sure we are," said Lucy; "because I had my back to Montreux
+first, and then I had my face to it, and now I have my back to it
+again."</p>
+
+<p>"You can't, because I am rowing all straight," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"And Papa is rowing hardly at all," said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"No; but still I am moving the boat just a little," said Mr. Gray, "and
+Willie is not moving it at all. That is why we are going round."</p>
+
+<p>"It is such a great heavy oar," said Willie, with a sigh, for his face
+was of the colour of scarlet, and his arms were aching.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I take it again?" asked Mr. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, Papa," said Willie, humbly.</p>
+
+<p>He was glad to get back to his old seat and dip his hands down in the
+cold water, while the boat again skimmed lightly over the lake, instead
+of slowly turning round and round.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Willie," said Mr. Gray, smiling.</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, it is not so easy as it looked," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"There's an honest boy to say plainly that you made a mistake. I do not
+mind how ready you are to try to do things, Willie, even when they seem
+hard; only next time, you must not be quite so sure of your own power
+to do well without practice. Most things want practice, and this needs
+a little more strength also than you possess."</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+————————————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_8">CHAPTER VIII.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>WILLIE'S FALL.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>ONE DAY Willie and Lucy had been for one of their long rambles with
+Nurse. They were scrambling down a steep rough sledge-path, and Lucy
+had quite a bunch of pretty wild flowers in her hand, which they had
+been picking by the way. The two children walked in front, chattering
+as fast as those two little tongues very often did chatter, and Nurse
+came on behind them.</p>
+
+<p>"It is only a fortnight now before we go home," said Willie. "Mamma
+told me so, and she said we had been here a month. Oh Lucy, how sorry I
+shall be to go! I do so like these mountains!"</p>
+
+<p>"So do I," said Lucy. "But I want to see home again, and pussy, and my
+best dolly, Minna Anna Rosina."</p>
+
+<p>"And I want to see Pepper," said Willie. "Poor dear little Pepper! How
+he will bark, and wag his tail, and shine up at me with his bright eyes
+when he sees me!—Won't he?"</p>
+
+<p>"And pussy will purr and cuddle down in my arms," said Lucy. "And the
+flowers will have grown so. I think my rose tree will have some roses
+out by that time, because there were three green buds when I came away."</p>
+
+<p>"And I dare say my pinks will all be out," said Willie. "I shall like
+to see them very much. But I am afraid a great many weeds will have
+grown in my garden. I do not like weeds at all. I wonder what is the
+good of weeds."</p>
+
+<p>"I dare say a good many weeds are much more useful than you would
+think, Master Willie," said Nurse, from behind him.</p>
+
+<p>"But do you think they are all useful, Nurse?" asked Willie, turning
+round.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't know that I do, Master Willie," said Nurse. "For, you
+know, it was when Adam and Eve sinned that God sent thorns and briars
+to punish them. So I do not see it is likely that they were all meant
+to be of use. The wonder is that there 'are' so many good and pretty
+things."</p>
+
+<p>"So the old gentleman in the steamer said," thought Willie.</p>
+
+<p>Then Willie ran on again with Lucy—both of them scrambling and jumping
+along hand-in-hand, till Nurse was quite left behind.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Willie, see!—What a pretty flower!" cried Lucy, looking up at a
+little blue blossom which grew at the top of the left-hand bank.</p>
+
+<p>"So it is," said Willie. "I'll climb up and pick it for you."</p>
+
+<p>"You can't. It is too high."</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't a bit. I've climbed much higher places than that. You quite
+forget I'm getting to be a big boy," added Willie, proudly.</p>
+
+<p>"Only, please, don't hurt yourself," said Lucy, rather gravely, as
+Willie began his scramble.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image010" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/image010.jpg" alt="image010">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>It was not quite so easy to get to the top as he had thought, and when
+he reached it, he gave a great jump of delight, and cried, "I've done
+it—I've done it after all, Lucy."</p>
+
+<p>Nurse was behind a bend in the road, but she never liked to have the
+children out of sight; so she walked on fast, meaning to tell them that
+they must not go on so far again. But just at the minute that she went
+round the corner and caught a glimpse of Willie on the top of the bank,
+Willie all at once lost his footing, and, with a loud shriek, went
+rolling down the other side.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Nurse, in dreadful fear, tried at first to scramble up where
+Willie had stood, but she could not manage it at all. So she took the
+hand of little sobbing Lucy, and ran down the road to the next bend,
+which she knew would take them under the bank where they had been.</p>
+
+<p>Lucy kept crying, and saying:—</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Nurse! Will he be killed—will he be killed?"</p>
+
+<p>But Nurse could not answer, and only hurried on as fast as she could
+walk. It did not take long to reach the path below, and there was
+Willie on the ground before them. He had rolled down so fast that he
+had gone right across the path, and lay stretched out, with his head
+hanging quite over the steep bank beyond. The wonder was that he had
+not gone down there as well.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Willie, Willie!" cried Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>And the sound of her voice roused Willie, who had been half-stunned by
+his fall. He sat up and looked round him with pale cheeks and wide open
+eyes. And then, when Nurse lifted him to a safe place away from the
+edge, he burst into tears, and began to sob and cry.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, Master Willie, are you much hurt?" asked Nurse, kissing and
+petting him, and trembling all over herself with the fright she had
+had. "Don't cry so, my dear. Where is the pain?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! I don't know. I do not think I am hurt; but—but—I cannot help it,"
+sobbed Willie, holding her tightly, yet feeling some shame at being so
+unlike a grown-up man. "Oh Nurse, I can't help it—and I do not want to
+cry!"</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind; you will stop in a minute, Master Willie," said Nurse.
+"See if you can tell me whether you are hurt. Have you not any bruises
+to show me?"</p>
+
+<p>Willie did not seem to know much more about the matter than Nurse
+herself. So she began to feel him all over, to make sure that no bones
+were broken, and that set Willie off laughing, and quite stopped his
+tears. He had scraped his forehead and hands against a rock, and they
+smarted a good deal, but Willie bore it bravely, and did not complain.
+His right foot too began to hurt him when he walked, and Nurse said he
+must have strained it a little; but he found he could get along pretty
+well by holding Nurse's arm.</p>
+
+<p>"It was just like an old soldier going home after the battle," he said.</p>
+
+<p>And he made Lucy laugh as much as he could, by making believe that he
+had been fighting, and had driven away a whole army of soldiers.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+————————————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h2><a id="Chapter_9">CHAPTER IX.</a></h2>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>THE END.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>BUT Willie's Mamma did not laugh when Willie came back, and Nurse told
+her what had taken place. She heard it all quite calmly, and only asked
+a few questions; but she grew very pale and grave. She made Willie
+come and sit down by her, and held him quite tight in her arms for a
+minute. And then she told Nurse to bring something to put upon Willie's
+forehead and hands, where he was hurt, to take away the pain. And
+after that, when Nurse and Lucy were gone away, and Willie was sitting
+still by his Mamma's side, he looked up in her face, and saw, to his
+surprise, that her eyes were full of tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Mamma, are you sorry about something?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Not sorry, Willie; only thankful—so thankful—for my Willie's escape.
+And I cannot help thinking of what might have been—of the dreadful
+sorrow we might now be in—if God had not watched over you, and kept you
+from falling farther."</p>
+
+<p>"I might have tumbled down lower," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; for Nurse says you had fallen quite across the sledge-path, and
+your head was hanging over on the other side."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know Nurse said so, though I did not know it, Mamma. I did not
+know where I was, till Lucy spoke to me. I wonder why I did not know.
+Should I have been hurt much, if I had fallen lower still, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, Willie, I fear, from what Nurse says, that if you had gone
+down that next steep bank, I should never again have had my little boy
+sitting and talking by my side."</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, you need not cry about it," said Willie. "I will take more care
+after to-day. I did not mean to tumble over, but I gave a jump, and a
+bit of rock broke away under my feet, and somehow I went right down the
+other side. But I will be more careful, Mamma."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope you will, darling, for my sake. You will not leave Nurse so far
+behind again. We ought to be very very thankful to our heavenly Father
+for keeping you in this danger. Oh Willie, I cannot help thinking how I
+should have felt, if that 'had' taken place—if my little boy had been
+taken from me in such a sudden dreadful way, and I could never have
+known whether he was one of God's own children or not."</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma," said Willie, looking down, and speaking low, "I do want to do
+right."</p>
+
+<p>"But wanting to do right is not enough, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I know," said Willie. "But you know what I mean, Mamma. I think—I
+don't know—" Willie stopped, and then said,—"I should like to be quite
+safe, so that you would not mind if I did tumble down a bank and were
+killed, Mamma."</p>
+
+<p>"Not mind!" Mrs. Gray held Willie very tightly for a minute again as
+she said the words. "Nothing could ever keep me from 'minding,' Willie.
+But my very greatest wish of all for my little boy is that he should
+become one of Christ's own soldiers, so that he would indeed be safe
+for ever."</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to be," said Willie softly. "I do not know how."</p>
+
+<p>"He will teach you how Himself, Willie. I have told you many a time,
+but you can never really know till God sends His Holy Spirit into your
+heart."</p>
+
+<p>"And I suppose I must wait for that?" said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, wait for it, Willie; but wait at His feet—wait at His door. You
+must go to the Lord Jesus in prayer, and tell Him your need, and He
+will answer you. You want to belong to Him. Well, give yourself to
+Him, and ask Him to do all the rest, because you have no power to make
+yourself good, or to make yourself love Him. And He will do it all,
+darling, if you truly pray, and seek, and wait for Him. It is like that
+hymn, 'Just as I am!' Do you know it?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Mamma," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I say it to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Please," said Willie, in a whisper, putting down his face on his
+Mamma's arm.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"Just as I am—without one plea,<br>
+&nbsp;But that Thy blood was shed for me,<br>
+&nbsp;And that Thou bidst me come to Thee—<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lamb of God, I come!</span><br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"Just as I am—and waiting not<br>
+&nbsp;To rid my soul of one dark blot—<br>
+&nbsp;To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot—<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lamb of God, I come!</span><br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"Just as I am—poor, wretched, blind;<br>
+&nbsp;Sight, riches, healing of the mind,<br>
+&nbsp;Yea, all I need in Thee to find—<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lamb of God, I come!</span><br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,<br>
+&nbsp;Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,<br>
+&nbsp;Because Thy promise I believe—<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lamb of God, I come!</span><br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"Just as I am—Thy love unknown<br>
+&nbsp;Has broken every barrier down;<br>
+&nbsp;Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone—<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">O Lamb of God, I come!"</span><br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"I like that very much," said Willie. "It is such a pretty hymn! May I
+learn it some day, Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should like you very much to learn it, Willie dear," said Mrs. Gray.</p>
+
+<p>Then Willie sat silent for a little while, and soon he dropped off
+sound asleep, with his head on his mother's knee, for his fall and
+alarm had made him tired.</p>
+
+<p>But the next day he was as bright as ever, and his foot hardly pained
+him at all. How thankful Mrs. Gray felt that her little boy had passed
+through such danger, without any more harm!</p>
+
+<p>The last fortnight of Willie and Lucy's Swiss visit was just as happy
+as the first month of it. They had many a long walk more, and many a
+ramble through the vineyards, and many a scramble after wild flowers,
+and many a game on the shore of the lake.</p>
+
+<p>They had a second row on the water too, and this time Willie did not
+boast that he could row, though he asked to try once more, and did much
+better than at first, for he really helped to make the boat move.</p>
+
+<p>One day, Mr. Gray took Willie to see an old castle, called Chillon. It
+was built quite out in the lake. Willie liked very much going across
+the bridge which led to it from the shore, and seeing the old dark
+dungeons where men had once on a time, long ago, been put in prison.
+Willie was very glad he did not live in days when 'he' could be taken
+up and put into a dark damp place underground, and kept there for
+weeks, and months, and years without any real reason, as was once so
+often done.</p>
+
+<p>And one day Mr. and Mrs. Gray both went to Lausanne for a night, and
+Willie went with them. Lucy stayed behind with Nurse, because she was
+so soon tired. But Willie liked the little trip very much. They went
+and came back in a steamer on the lake, and they slept at an hotel.
+Willie thought Lausanne was a very nice large town, but the mountains
+looked so much farther away than they did at Montreux that he was very
+glad they had not spent their six weeks there.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps the thing which pleased him most of all at Lausanne was seeing
+some soldiers drilled. It made him think of the little box of tin
+soldiers which had been given him on his last birthday. Willie had once
+seen English soldiers being drilled; and when he saw Nurse next day at
+Montreux, he told her he was sure the English redcoats were a great
+deal more pretty than what the Swiss were. But still he was very glad
+he had seen the drilling at Lausanne. And the next week he and Lucy did
+nothing but play at soldiers, marching to and fro, and making believe
+to fire, till Nurse said she was quite tired of seeing the same thing
+done over so often.</p>
+
+<p>It was a very pleasant six weeks that Willie and Lucy spent in
+Switzerland, by the shores of the lovely lake of Geneva. But, after
+all, though Willie had said he should like to live there all his life,
+yet, when the time came to return home, he found that he was not at
+all sorry. For, in spite of all the grandeur and beauty of the Swiss
+mountains, he thought there was no country like dear old England, and
+no place like home. And Willie could not but be very glad to see again
+his dear little dog Pepper, who had been pining after him all these
+weeks, and his garden, and his books, and his playthings, and his
+friends; for Willie had two or three little boy-friends of his own age
+living near him. Willie liked very much to see them all again, and to
+talk over all the sights he had seen during his absence.</p>
+
+<p>And the very first evening after their return, he said to Mr. Gray:</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, I do not wish now that we always lived on the mountains."</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad of that, my boy—seeing we could not very well manage that
+you should do so," said Mr. Gray, with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I like better living here," said Willie. "I am most fond of England,
+Papa; only I think the mountains are as lovely as can be. And when I am
+a big man, I mean to go and see them always in the summer, and climb
+right to the top of them, all among the snow and ice."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Willie, if you live to be a big man, and God gives you health
+and strength, I hope your wish may come true."</p>
+
+<p>"Only it seems a long way off to when I shall be grown-up," said Willie.</p>
+
+<p>"And you have a great many lessons to learn before then, Willie."</p>
+
+<p>"I do not like lessons very much," said Willie, gravely.</p>
+
+<p>"But you would like to be a wise man some day, Willie—not a great tall
+man with a little boy's mind?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I should not like that," said Willie, "because people would laugh
+at me."</p>
+
+<p>"And, worse than that, it would be hiding away the powers God has given
+you, instead of using them in His service. The Bible tells us that
+whatever we attempt to do, we must do with our might; that means, we
+must do our very best. You have had a long holiday, Willie, and a great
+deal of pleasure; and now I hope you are going to be a very steady busy
+little boy, and do your lessons with all your might."</p>
+
+<p>"I do mean to try, Papa," said Willie, in a thoughtful tone.</p>
+
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