Pretty little place, that Titisee, according to the map; looks as if there would be good air there." "All right, I'm agreeable.

It was you fellows who suggested our making for St.Blasien." "Oh, I'm not so keen on St.Blasien! poky little place, down in a valley.
This Titisee, I should say, was ever so much nicer." "Quite near, isn't it ?" "Five miles." General chorus: "We'll stop at Titisee." George made discovery of this difference between theory and practice on the very first day of our ride.
"I thought," said George--he was riding the single, Harris and I being a little ahead on the tandem--"that the idea was to train up the hills and ride down them." "So it is," answered Harris, "as a general rule.

But the trains don't go up _every_ hill in the Black Forest." "Somehow, I felt a suspicion that they wouldn't," growled George; and for awhile silence reigned.
"Besides," remarked Harris, who had evidently been ruminating the subject, "you would not wish to have nothing but downhill, surely.

It would not be playing the game.

One must take a little rough with one's smooth." Again there returned silence, broken after awhile by George, this time.
"Don't you two fellows over-exert yourselves merely on my account," said George.
"How do you mean ?" asked Harris.
"I mean," answered George, "that where a train does happen to be going up these hills, don't you put aside the idea of taking it for fear of outraging my finer feelings.