Gott in Himmel! if we can't average eight miles an hour, we had better go in bath-chairs." It does seem somewhat impossible to do less, on paper.
But at four o'clock in the afternoon the voice of Duty rings less trumpet- toned: "Well, I suppose we ought to be getting on." "Oh, there's no hurry! don't fuss.

Lovely view from here, isn't it ?" "Very.

Don't forget we are twenty-five miles from St.Blasien." "How far ?" "Twenty-five miles, a little over if anything." "Do you mean to say we have only come thirty-five miles ?" "That's all." "Nonsense.

I don't believe that map of yours." "It is impossible, you know.

We have been riding steadily ever since the first thing this morning." "No, we haven't.