Wouldn't be so bad if it was good to eat." Magnus assented, and the two outcasts stood and watched with somewhat mingled feelings the battalion of clouds as they swirled past and soared up at the heights above.
"May as well go upstairs too," said the poet, dismally.

So they began the ascent.

This time Magnus showed no inclination to forge ahead, and Joe took every precaution not to lag behind.

In fact, they proceeded arm in arm, trying to enjoy it, but inwardly wondering who would have the benefit of their supper at Llandudno.
It was easy enough going; the turf was crisp and soft, and as they got up a little, flowers began to peep out.

Though they could not see through the mists, they fancied they could catch the sound of birds and the splash of water.