altitude. She seemed to think we ought to leave for Appenzell to-
morrow; she'd got it all fixed. She says this ain't a high enough
lat--a high enough altitude. And she says I mustn't go too high
either; that would be just as bad; she seems to know just the right
figure. She says she'll give me a list of the hotels where we must
stop, on the way to Appenzell. I asked her if she didn't want to go
with as, but she says she'd rather sit still and read. I expect
she's a big reader."

The daughter of this accomplished woman now reappeared, in company
with Miss Ruck, with whom she had been strolling through the outlying
parts of the garden.

"Well," said Miss Ruck, glancing at the red paper lanterns, "are they
trying to stick the flower-pots into the trees?"

"It's an illumination in honour of our arrival," the other young girl
rejoined. "It's a triumph over Madame Chamousset."

"Meanwhile, at the Pension Chamousset," I ventured to suggest, "they
have put out their lights; they are sitting in darkness, lamenting
your departure."

She looked at me, smiling; she was standing in the light that came
from the house. M. Pigeonneau, meanwhile, who had been awaiting his
chance, advanced to Miss Ruck with his glass of syrup. "I have kept
it for you, Mademoiselle," he said; "I have jealously guarded it. It
is very delicious!"

Miss Ruck looked at him and his syrup, without any motion to take the