“In spite of the risks?”
“Oh, we must be more careful, and pick fine days.”
Dale smiled.
“You must have a chat with Melchior about that. Do you know that is almost impossible to pick what you call a fine day?”
“No,” said Saxe. “I should not have thought it was. Why can’t you choose one?”
“Because the higher you are up the more risk there is of change. Now, look here: what sort of a day would you call this?”
“Surely just the day for ascending a peak.”
“Yes, I knew you would say that; but look up yonder,” and he pointed toward the summit of the highest mountain near.
“Yes, I can see. What a lovely slope of snow, with a few clouds floating by!”
“To us, Saxe; but if we were up there, we should be in a mist, with the weather intensely cold and a wind blowing so hard that it would be unsafe to climb.”