This young girl looked at him with so frank an envy.
"Yes, those were great days, mademoiselle," he said, with a thrill of pride in his voice.

"But if we love the mountains, the first ascent or the hundredth--there is just the same joy when you feel the rough rock beneath your fingers or the snow crisp under your feet.

Perhaps mademoiselle herself will some time--" At once Sylvia interrupted him with an eager happiness-- "Yes, to-morrow," she said.
"Oho! It is your first mountain, mademoiselle ?" "Yes." "And Jean here is your guide.

Jean and his brother, I suppose ?" Michel laid his hand affectionately on the guide's shoulder.

"You could not do better, mademoiselle." He looked at her thoughtfully for a little while.