"Well,
well, we are all here together, no--where is Mrs. Gray?" asked Mr.
King, presently.
"She is resting in the hotel," said Mother Fisher, "fast asleep I think
by this time."
"Yes," said Adela, "she is. I just peeked in on her, and she hasn't
moved where you tucked her up on the lounge."
"Grandpapa," asked Polly, suddenly, from the centre of the group, "what
makes it so very warm up here, when we are all surrounded by snow?"
"You ask me a hard thing," said old Mr. King. "Well, for one thing, we
are very near the Italian border; those peaks over there, you know,
--follow my walking-stick as I point it,--are in sunny Italy."
"Well, it is just like sunny Italy up here," said Polly, "I think,"
blinking, and pulling her little cap over her eyes.
"It's all the Italy you will get in the summer season," said Grandpapa.
"You must wait for cold weather before I take one of you there."
XXIV
THE ROUND ROBIN
"Dear me, how the summer is going!" mourned Polly, as they caught on
the return journey the last glimpse of the roaring, tumbling Visp, and
not all the craning of the necks could compass another view, as the
cars drew them away from the rushing river.
"Never mind, Polly," said Jasper, "there's all next summer; and after
our winter in Dresden, and all our hard work over music, won't it be
fine, though, to jaunt round again?" and his eyes glistened.
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