"Ye-e-s. This part of Norway is in an awkward transition stage between the primitive inn and the cosmopolitan hotel."
"Are there many tourists?"
"Oh yes! They go rushing through by hundreds every day. They stop to smoke a cigar, eat a dinner, or sleep for a night, and then join the mad chase of kariols again. They are noisy, too; my uncle gets quite indignant at the way they clatter about the wooden floors in their heavy boots, and shout their private affairs up-stairs and down-stairs, or from the verandah to the road."
"I suppose he does," and the son of Anak laughed again.
The mist was beginning to clear by slow degrees when they came to the crest of the abrupt descent that led to the torrent.
"I can't tell you how I was dreading this part of the way," said Mona.
"Were you? Well, I must say it is a case where two are better than one. See, I will go first and hold out my hands behind me."
They got across in safety, and in a wonderfully short time found themselves on the road.
"Don't you find it very dull here in the evening?" he asked.
"No. But I can imagine any one would who was accustomed to being amused."