The toy town of Zermatt spattered the green hollow far below.

And before me on the narrow path went Bob Evers in a flannel suit, followed by Mrs.Lascelles and her red parasol, though he carried her alpenstock with his own in readiness for the glacier.
Thither we came in this order, I at least very hot from hard hobbling to keep up; but the first breath from the glacier cooled me like a bath, and the next like the great drink in the second stanza of the Ode to a Nightingale.

I could have shouted out for pleasure, and must have done so but for the engrossing business of keeping a footing on the sloping ice with its soiled margin of yet more treacherous _moraine_.

Yet on the glacier itself I was less handicapped than I had been on the way, and hopped along finely with my two shod sticks and the sharp new nails in my boots.

Bob, however, was invariably in the van, and Mrs.Lascelles seemed more disposed to wait for me than to hurry after him.