"I did not know that he intended leaving the hotel at all to-day.

He did not seem well." "Early after lunch," was the answer.

"He say he will up the mountain go, behind the town.

He say that now he vair old man, maybe not again will he come this way, and one more time already before he die, he long to gather for himself the Alpine rosen." "Have you had a hard storm here ?" asked Mrs.Sherman.
The landlord shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands.
"The vair worst, madame.

Many trees blow down.