"Laughing at your fierce desire to start off for the Himalayas, Rob," he said. "I don't care," said Rob: "I'm going there some day. You just read the 'Cliff Climbers,' and see if you don't think so too. I'll take you and mamma and Nell there when I'm a man and have money enough; see if I don't." "Well, well, Rob, we'll go when that time comes, if we're not too old when you're rich enough to pay all that the journey costs. I've always thought I should like to go round the world," said Mr. March; "but now we'll look at the Colorado pictures." Then they sat down, Mr. and Mrs. March on the lounge in front of the fire, Nelly in her father's lap, and Rob perched up on the back of the lounge behind his mother, so that he could look over her shoulder. The first picture Mr. March took out of the envelope was one which looked like the picture of two gigantic legs and feet wrong side up. "Oh, what big feet!" exclaimed Rob. "Do giants live in Colorado?" Mr. March turned the picture the other side up. "They are rocks, Rob," he said, "not feet; but they do look like feet, that's a fact. These are some of the rocks in a place called Monument Park, because it is so full of these queer rocks. Here are some more of them: they are of very strange shapes. Here are some that look like women walking with big hoop-skirts on, and some like posts with round caps on their heads; and here is a picture of a place where so many of these rocks are scattered among the trees, that they look like people walking about. Here is one group which has been called the 'Quaker Wedding.'" "Oh, let me see that! let me see that!" exclaimed Nelly. "How queer to call rocks Quakers!" "I don't see that they look very much like men and women, after all," added she as she studied the picture; "but they don't look like any rocks I ever saw. I think I should be afraid of them. They look alive." "Pooh!" said Rob, "I shouldn't be. Rocks can't stir. Show us some more, papa." The next pictures were of beautiful waterfalls: there were three of them,--one of seven falls, one above the other, and one of a beautiful fall, very narrow, hemmed in between rocks, with tall pine-trees growing about it. The next was of a high mountain with snow half way down its sides, and a great many lower mountains all around it. This was called Pike's Peak. "Oh, papa!" said Nelly, "could we live where we could see that mountain all the time?" "Perhaps so, Nell," answered her father, smiling at her eagerness: "would you like to?" Nelly was looking at the picture intently, and did not reply for a moment. Then she said:-- "Papa, I think it would keep us good all the time to look at that mountain." "Why, Nell," said her mother, "I didn't know you cared so much for mountains. You never said so." "I never saw a real mountain before," said Nelly. "This isn't a bit like Mount Saycross."