As I saw it next, it appealed, it entreated, until the second match was flung away.

And the appeal was to such purpose that I do not think I was five seconds silent.
"And what do you do with yourself up here all day?
I mean you hale people; of course, I can only potter in the sun." The question, perhaps, was better in intention than in tact.

I did not mean them to take it to themselves, but Bob's answer showed that it was open to misconstruction.
"Some people climb," said he; "you'll know them by their noses.

The glaciers are almost as bad, though, aren't they, Mrs.Lascelles?
Lots of people potter about the glaciers.

It's rather sport in the serracs; you've got to rope.