E. Nesbit,
The Incredible Honeymoon
“ You walk across a great amphitheater whose walls of slate rise high above you, their green-trimmed edges sharply cut against the sky. You pick your way among pools of water so smooth, so clear, that they reflect like mirrors the blue sky and the high slate walls of the quarry. One such pool—the largest—lay in the middle of the vast amphitheater, and in it the towering cliffs of slate were reflected even more clearly than in the others."I never saw such reflections," she was saying, as they skirted the big pond. "They're almost more real than the real thing. ”
