"Yes, I think it must be true that the mountains were always here--the mountains and the hills. They were made when the world was made--a long, long time ago; and the story of how the world was made you have heard before. But there is one high hill that was not always here--a hill that grew like magic, all of a sudden. Did I ever tell you the story of the Big Rock--how it rose and rose, and carried the little boy and girl up among the clouds?"