So to-night it is, and don't you remind me of my mother!" I was thinking of her when he spoke; for the song had swung through a worthy refrain into another verse, and now I knew it better.

It was Catherine who had introduced me to all my lyrics; it was to Catherine I had once hymned this one in my unformed heart.
"But I thought," said I, as I forced myself to think, "that everybody went up to the _Cabane_ overnight, and started fresh from there in the morning ?" "Most people do, but it's as broad as it's long," declared Bob, airily, rapidly, and with the same unwonted excitement, born as I thought of his unwonted enterprise.

"You have a ripping moonlight walk instead of a so-called night's rest in a frowsy hut.

We shall get our breakfast there instead, and I expect to start fresher than if I had slept there and been knocked up at two o'clock in the morning.

That's all settled, anyhow, and you can look for me on top through the telescope after breakfast.