a, you see, was just beginning to be old enough to notice really
beautiful things in a way that when children are _very_ little, they
cannot quite understand, though some do much more than others.

"It is a _very_ pretty place," she said again, as if she were speaking
to herself, for Fritz and Denny had taken it into their heads to run
races, of which Lisa was very glad, and Celia stood still by herself,
looking round at the lovely sea and sky, and the little white town
perched up above, with the mountains rising behind. Suddenly a little
hand was slipped into hers.

"Him would like to live here everways," said Baby's voice; "it _are_ so
pitty--somefin like Heaven, p'raps."

"I don't know," said Celia, "I suppose Heaven must be prettier than
anything we could fancy."

"There's gold streets in Heaven, Lisa says," said Baby; "him sinks blue
sky streets would be much pittier."

"So do I," said Celia.

Then they walked on a little, watching Fritz and Denny, already like two
black specks in front--they had run on so far--and, somehow, in the
_very_ bright sunshine, one seemed to see less clearly. Mother and
auntie were in front too, and when Fritz and Denny raced back again,
quite hot and out of breath, mother said it was time for them all to go
in; it was still rather too hot to be out much near the middle of the
day, though it was already some way on in November, and next month would
be the month that Christmas comes in!

"How funny it seems," said Celia. "Why, when we left home it was quite
winter. Just think how we were wrapped up when we started on the
journey, and now we're quite warm enough with nothing at all over our
frocks."

"It may be cold enough before long," said mother, who was more
accustomed to hot climates than the children; "sometimes the cold
hereabouts comes quite suddenly, and it even seems colder from having
been so warm before. I daresay you will be glad of your thick clothes
before Christmas. But we must get on a little quicker, or else
grandfather will be in a hurry for his breakfast."

"Ganfather's werry lazy not to have had him's breakfast yet," said
Baby. "_Him's_ had _him's_ breakfast ever so long ago, hundreds of years
ago."

"Oh, Baby," said Denny, "how you do 'saggerate! It _couldn't_ have been
hundreds of years ago, because, you know, you weren't born then."

"Stupid girl!" said Baby, "how does you know? you wasn't there."

"Well, _you_ weren't there," said Denny again.

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