"Yes, I shall rest here for a month or so with my good sister and Rudolf. Then I must be away among my mountains again. I am never so happy as when I am climbing some difficult slope."
"It is growing late, friends," said one of the visitors. "We must bid you good night, for to-morrow brings its work to each of us."
"Good night, good night, then. But let us first have a song in memory of old days," said Fritz.
All joined with a good-will. Half an hour afterward the lights were out in the little house and every one was settled for a good night's rest.
CHAPTER VII.
GLACIER AND AVALANCHE
It was cold weather now. Some snow had already fallen, and Carl had helped his father and mother in getting ready for the long, cold winter.
Uncle Fritz had been gone for quite a while, and the family had settled down to their old quiet life. One evening Carl was sitting by the big stove and telling his mother about the day's work at school, when the door opened, and who should stand there but Fritz. Carl rushed into his arms, exclaiming: