"Yes," said Mr. George; "it is the Lake of Thun."
"We are going in one of the steamboats that are lying at the pier, are we not?" said Rollo.
"Yes," said Mr. George; "unless you would prefer going along the shore."
"Is there a road along the shore?" asked Rollo.
"Yes," said Mr. George; "there are two, I believe, one on each side of the lake. These roads run along at the foot of the mountains, far enough, however, above the level of the lake to enable us to enjoy excellent views of it. But we cannot see the mountains from it as well as we can from the lake itself."
"Then," said Rollo, "if we go by the road we can see the lake best; and if we go by the steamboat we can see the mountains best."
"Yes," said Mr. George; "that is the state of the case, exactly."
"Then I think we had better go by the boat," said Rollo; "for I would rather see the mountains."
"So would I," rejoined Mr. George. "Besides, there will be plenty of occasions on which we shall be obliged to go by land; therefore we had better go by water when we can, in order to have a variety. And, if we are going in the steamer, we must go back to the hotel; for it is almost time for the steamer to sail."
So Mr. George led the way, and Rollo followed, down the path by which they had come up. As they thus walked down they continued the conversation which they had commenced in the pavilion.