Next, we endeavoured to comfort ourselves with the reflection that if it did we should soon be too wet to fear getting wetter.
"As it turned out," said Harris, "I should have been almost glad if there had been a restaurant up here." "I see no advantage in being both wet _and_ hungry," said George.

"I shall give it another five minutes, then I am going on." "These mountain solitudes," I remarked, "are very attractive in fine weather.

On a rainy day, especially if you happen to be past the age when--" At this point there hailed us a voice, proceeding from a stout gentleman, who stood some fifty feet away from us under a big umbrella.
"Won't you come inside ?" asked the stout gentleman.
"Inside where ?" I called back.

I thought at first he was one of those fools that will try to be funny when there is nothing to be funny about.
"Inside the restaurant," he answered.
We left our shelter and made for him.

We wished for further information about this thing.
"I did call to you from the window," said the stout gentleman, as we drew near to him, "but I suppose you did not hear me.