I am a little girl nearly eleven years old. I will tell you about
my summer trip. I can not tell all the places we went to, but one
place was the White Mountains of New Hampshire. There are very fine
views, especially from the top of Mount Washington. You would laugh
to see the funny little cars that go up and down. It is very steep,
and as you go up you see nothing but rocks. Mamma thought it was
frightful, but I did not. Well, good-by.