But her donkey stumbled to a jog-trot, and she had to ride in advance alone, for the path when it began to ascend one of the spines of the hill became narrow and scattered with stones.

The cavalcade wound on like a jointed caterpillar, tufted with the white parasols of the ladies, and the panama hats of the gentlemen.

At one point where the ground rose sharply, Evelyn M.jumped off, threw her reins to the native boy, and adjured St.John Hirst to dismount too.

Their example was followed by those who felt the need of stretching.
"I don't see any need to get off," said Miss Allan to Mrs.Elliot just behind her, "considering the difficulty I had getting on." "These little donkeys stand anything, _n'est-ce_ _pas_ ?" Mrs.Elliot addressed the guide, who obligingly bowed his head.
"Flowers," said Helen, stooping to pick the lovely little bright flowers which grew separately here and there.

"You pinch their leaves and then they smell," she said, laying one on Miss Allan's knee.
"Haven't we met before ?" asked Miss Allan, looking at her.
"I was taking it for granted," Helen laughed, for in the confusion of meeting they had not been introduced.
"How sensible!" chirped Mrs.Elliot.