The unfortunate politician was not built for this kind of exercise, and slipped and clung despairingly to every root and cleft.

Lewis followed aimlessly: her gaiety did not fit with his mood; and he longed to have her to himself and know his fortune.
He passed the panting Stocks and came up with the errant lady.
"For heaven's sake be careful, Miss Wishart," he cried in alarm.
"That's an ugly black swirl down there." The girl laughed in his face.
"Isn't the place glorious!" she cried.

"It's as cool as winter, and oh! the colours of that hillside.

I'm going up to that birk-tree to sit.

Do you think I can do it ?" "I am coming up after you," said Lewis.
She stopped and regarded it with serious eyes.