On every side she saw things that she had no doubt would be very interesting to talk about; she did not know which to choose.

There were the trees; the firs and hemlocks, and the oaks and maples, growing thick on every hand.

No doubt those beautiful structures had uses and characters of wonder; she had a great mind to ask the doctor to tell her about them.

But the great boulder beside which they were hid from view, divided her attention; it was very large, and rounded off on all sides, lying quietly on the ground; and Daisy was curious to know how it came to be so grown over with green things; mosses and ferns draped it all over; how could they grow on the bare rock?
"Well, Daisy ?" said her friend, watching how Daisy's countenance woke up from its subdued expression.
"Dr.Sandford, how could these things grow on the rock?
these green things ?" "What green things ?" "Why, ever so many sorts.

Here is moss, a great deal of it, of different kinds; and there is beautiful brake at the top, like plumes of feathers.
How can they grow there ?" "Why not ?" "I thought everything wanted some earth to grow in." "Have they none ?" "I don't know.