of the weather, the train and the mountains. He considerately
refrained, however, unwilling to embarrass her.

"Aunt Yvonne tells me she never expected to see me alive after
the station agent telegraphed that we were coming overland in
that awful old carriage. The agent at P---- says it is a
dangerous road, at the very edge of the mountain. He also
increased the composure of my uncle and aunt by telling them that
a wagon rolled off yesterday, killing a man, two women and two
horses. Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled you must have been."

"I'll confess there were times when I thought we were rolling
down the mountain," said Lorry, with a relieved shake of the
head.

"Sometimes I thought we were soaring through space, whether
upward or downwards I could not tell. We never failed to come to
earth, though, did we?" she laughingly asked.

"Emphatically! Earth and a little grief," he said, putting his
hand to his head.

"Does it pain you?" she asked, quickly.

'Not in the least. I was merely feeling to see if the cut were
still there. Mr--Mr. Guggenslocker, did the conductor object to
holding the train?" he asked, remembering what the conductor had
told him of the old gentleman's actions.

"At first, but I soon convinced him that it should be held," said