"Very well," said the waiter; "your dinner shall be ready."
So Mr. George and Rollo came out of the inn again in order to go and see the waterfall.
They were beset at the door by a number of young men and boys, and also by several little girls, some of whom wanted to sell them minerals or flowers which they had gathered among the rocks around the waterfall; and others wished to guide them to the place.
"To the Staubach? To the Staubach?" said they. "Want a guide? Want a guide?"
They said this in the German language. Mr. George understood enough of German to know what they meant; but he could not reply in that language. So he said, in French,—
"No; we do not wish any guide. We can find the way to the Staubach ourselves. There it is, right before our eyes."
Mr. George, while he was saying this, was taking out some small change from his pockets to give to the children. He gave a small coin apiece to them all.
Seeing this, the boys who had wished to guide him to the Staubach became more clamorous than ever.
"To the Staubach?" said they. "To the Staubach? Want a guide? Want a guide?"
Mr. George paid no further attention to them; but, saying "Come, Rollo," walked on.