“And the wet feet, and the colds. Poor darling Jacky, what a prospect!”
“Think of the glorious sunrises seen from the mountain-tops before breakfast—”
“And the falling over precipices, and broken necks and limbs, dear John.”
“Think of the shaggy ponies for our darling Lucy to ride on—”
“Ah! and to fall off.”
“And the dew of early morning on the hills, and the mists rolling up from the lakes, and the wild uncultivated beauty of all around us, and the sketching, and walking, and driving—”
“Dreadful!”
“And bathing and boating—”
“And drowning!”
“Not to mention the—”