"
"There will have been a reaction by that time, and they will only
wonder how anybody cared to go up into such dreary places."
"Or perhaps they will have stripped them all, and eaten the glaciers
up as ices and ice-creams!"
"I think I'll set up that as my pet anxiety," said their mother,
laughing; "just as some people suffer from perplexity as to what is
to become of the world when all the coal is used up! You are not
turning on my account, are you, Johnny? I am quite happy to go back
alone."
"No, indeed. I want to write my letter, and I have had enough," said
John.
"Tired!" said Armine. "Poor old monk! Swiss air always makes me
feel like a balloon full of gas. I could go on, up and up, for
ever!"
"Well, keep to the path, and don't do anything imprudent," she said,
turning back, the boys saying, "We'll only have a look down the pass!
Here, Chico! Chico! Chick! Chick!"
Chico, the little dog so disdainfully rejected by Elvira, had
attached himself from the first to Jock. He had been in the London
house when they spent a day there, and in rapture at the meeting had
smuggled himself, not without his master's connivance, among the rugs
and wrappers, and had already been the cause of numerous scrapes with
officials and travellers, whence sometimes money, sometimes
politeness, sometimes audacity, bought off his friends as best they
could.
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