"This"-- and she indicated the wall of hillside and the shadowy bush--"grows on one." Weston nodded gravely.
"It does," he said.

"You have been up among the high peaks, and you'll never quite forget them, even in the cities.

Now and then you'll feel them drawing you back again." The girl laughed, perhaps because she realized that the memory of the last few weeks would remain with her.

She also remembered that he had said that the stillness among the white peaks and in the scented bush was filled with a glamour that seized on one.
"Well," she confessed, "I may come back with other friends some day; and in that case we shall certainly ask for you as guide.

I want to say, as Major Kinnaird did, that we owe a good deal to you.