"True," he said. "And I did not mean to attempt it. In fact, I should not dream of pigeon-holing you."
"You are unkind to-day. Did I deny that you were fifty other things besides an Antiseptic? and may not an Antiseptic have fifty other chemical properties even more important than that one? Who talks of pigeon-holing?"
"You must have the last word, I see."
"Womanlike!" she said, pretending to sneer.
"Womanlike!" he repeated mischievously.
"And now, pray note that I have presented you with the last word. Any woman could answer that taunt. Instead, I inquire what that shanty on the hill is?"
"That shanty, as you are pleased to call it, is the hotel and restaurant of the place. Shall we have lunch now, or after we have been on the glacier?"
"Oh, after! I cannot rest until I have felt the solid ice under my feet."
This proved to be no very easy achievement; but after a good deal of climbing, Mona's ambition was realised. Then they scrambled down to watch the water surging out from under the deep blue arches; and at last, tired and dishevelled, they betook themselves to the inn.
"I hope you are as hungry as I am," he said, with the old boyish manner, "and I hope we shall find something we can eat."