Here some high rock angle shut it out and left them to the drowsy calm of wakening Summer.

Below them lay the blue-green gulf, white-flecked and gently heaving; above them bent a sky which only Italy could rival--and if Miss Farr with her hands clasped round her knees were to move ever so little, either way, there was nothing to prevent her from falling off the face of the mountain.

The professor tried not to let this reflection spoil his enjoyment of the view.

He reminded him-self that she was probably much safer than she looked.

And he remembered Aunt Caroline.