Helvellyn won't run away, child.

You and Hammond can dance the Highland Schottische on Striding Edge in June, if you like.' 'Mr.Hammond won't be here in June,' said Mary.
'Who knows ?--the train service is pretty fair between London and Windermere.

Hammond and I would think nothing of putting ourselves in the mail on a Friday night, and coming down to spend Saturday and Sunday with you--if you are good.' There came a sunny morning soon after Easter which seemed mild enough for June; and when Hammond suggested that this was the very day for Helvellyn, Maulevrier had not a word to say against the truth of that proposition.

The weather had been exceptionally warm for the last week, and they had played tennis and sat in the garden just as if it had been actually summer.

Patches of snow might still linger on the crests of the hills--but the approach to those bleak heights could hardly be glacial.
Mary clasped her hands delightedly.
'Dear old Maulevrier!' she exclaimed, 'you are always good to me.