It is stowed inside the box, miles away from here.

But now, look at the cliffs and the downs, which (they tell me) are just like the downs in the Holy Land; and the woods and villas, high over your head.
And what is that in the air?
A bridge?
Yes--that is the famous Suspension Bridge--and a beautiful work of art it is.

Ay, stare at it, and wonder at it, little man, of course.
But is it not wonderful?
Yes: it was a clever trick to get those chains across the gulf, high up in the air: but not so clever a trick as to make a single stone of which those piers are built, or a single flower or leaf in those woods.

The more you see of Madam How's masonry and carpentry, the clumsier man's work will look to you.

But now we must get ready to give up our tickets, and go ashore, and settle ourselves in the train; and then we shall have plenty to see as we run home; more curious, to my mind, than any suspension bridge.
And you promised to show me all the different rocks and soils as we went home, because it was so dark when we came from Reading.
Very good.
* * * * * Now we are settled in the train.