In the
first place, you'd never find the rock."
"Then what's the harm of going in search of it?" demanded his
daughter. "Besides that, Johnson knows exactly where it is."
"Johnson, Johnson! You're surely not silly enough to believe Johnson's
cock-and-bull story?"
"I believe every syllable he uttered. The man's face showed that he
was speaking the truth."
"But, my dear Kate, you didn't see him at all, as I understand the
yarn. He was here alone with you, was he not, Dorothy?"
Dorothy smiled sadly.
"I told Kate all about it, and gave my own impression of the man's
appearance."
"You are too sensible a girl to place any credit in what he said,
surely?"
"I did believe him, nevertheless," replied Dorothy.
"Why, look you here. False in one thing, false in all. I'll just take
a single point. He speaks of a spring sending water through the cells
up there in the rock. Now, that is an impossibility. Wherever a spring
exists, it comes from a source higher than itself."
"There are lots of springs up in the mountains," interrupted
Katherine. "I know one on Mount Washington that is ten times as high
as the rock in the Baltic."
"Quite so, Katherine, quite so, but nevertheless there is a lake,
subterraneous or above ground, which feeds your White Mountain spring,
and such a lake must be situated higher than the spring is. Why, girl,
you ought to study hydrometeorology as well as chemistry.
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