"Well, I told you she would know what I want," said Mr. Euck. "She says I want to go up to Appenzell, wherever that is; that I want to drink whey and live in a high latitude—what did she call it?—a high 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 us, 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 flowerpots into the trees?"
"It's an illumination in honour of our arrival," the other young girl rejoined. "It's a triumph over Madame Chamousset."
