Springing up and pointing towards it, she exclaimed, "Oh, please stop a moment and look.

Isn't it lovely! What is it ?" "That?
Oh, that's nothing but 'Pordunk Pond, or as folks most generally call 'em, seem' there's two, North and South Pond." "But it's big enough to be a lake, isn't it ?" asked Mary.
"Why, yes," returned her companion.

"It's better than five miles long, and a mile or so wide, and in York State I s'pose they'd call it a lake, but here in old Massachusetts we stick to fust principles, and call all things by their right names." "How far is the pond from Mrs.Mason's ?" asked Mary, casting longing glances towards the distant sandy beach, and the graceful trees which drooped over the water's edge.
"It's farther back than 'tis there, 'cause it's up bill all the way," said Mr.Knight, "but here we be at Miss Mason's,--this house right here," and he pointed to a neat, handsome cottage, almost hidden from view by the dense foliage which surrounded it.
There was a long lawn in front, and into the carriage road on the right of it Mr.Knight turned, and driving up to a side door; said to Mary, "Come, jump down, for my foot is so lame I don't believe I'll get out.

But there's your chest.

You can't lift that.