Chapter 23 IN THE SHADOW OF THE MATTERHORN

They had been days at dear Interlaken, walking up and down the Hoheweg, of which they never tired, or resting on the benches under the plane and walnut trees opposite their hotel, just sitting still to gaze their fill upon the Jungfrau. This was best of all-so Polly and Jasper thought; and Phronsie was content to pass hour after hour there, by Gran