"We must start. Twenty-five miles is a good distance to make before dark."
"Switzerland has nothing to surpass this view!" declared Mr. Stott, who had never been in Switzerland.
Everyone took a leisurely survey of the mountains.
"And the air is very like that of the Scotch moors." No one ever would have suspected from his positive tone that Mr. Stott never had been in Scotland, either.
"I am sorry to insist," said Wallie in response to another significant look from Pinkey, "but we really will have to hurry."
Thus urged, they proceeded to clamber in, except Miss Gertie Eyester, who was patting the roan on the nose.
"Dear 'ittie horsey!"
"'Ittie horse eats human flesh, you'd better not git too close," said Pinkey.
Miss Eyester looked admiringly at Pinkey in his red shirt and declared with an arch glance: