“They 're mean vicious, these Alp dogs, and never to be trusted,” said Quackinboss.
“Heroines will be heroines,” said Mrs. Morgan, gruffly.
“Or rather won't be heroines when the occasion comes for it. She fainted off like a school-girl,” growled out Morgan.
“I should think she did!” muttered Mosely, “when she felt the beast's teeth in her.”
“A regular day of misfortunes!” repeated Agincourt.
“And we lost the elegant fine luncheon, too, into the bargain,” said O'Shea. “Every one seemed to think it wouldn't be genteel to eat after the disaster.”
“It is the fate of pleasure parties,” said Layton, moodily. And so they jogged on in silence.
And thus ended a day of pleasure, as many have ended before it.