THE WHITE H7LLS. 99 



But no, only a few flakes of snow, just enough to 

 remind us of winter, and the clouds pass on, and it 

 is sunshine again, and we are at the top of the 

 mountain. 



Such a chattering of teeth, and such a rush for 

 the stove, by the ladies ! such drawing of pistols 

 (pocket ones) by the gentlemen ! " It's so ab- 

 sur-ur-ur-d," said one young miss, "to be shiver- 

 ing in July : I suppose down below they're fan-an- 

 anning themselves." 



But it did not take long to warm up ; and, hun- 

 ger succeeding to cold, dinner was the next thing 

 in order. Whoever, among my readers, has dined 

 at the "Tip-Top," will agree with me, that, al- 

 though in one sense the meals are of a high order, 

 and the price demanded in the same category, yet 

 there is a wonderful chance for improvement in the 

 cuisine. 



Perhaps the worthy proprietor may have thought, 

 that, the mind being well fed, the body could get 

 along for one day on cold victuals and bad coffee ; 

 but that is poor logic, particularly when you are 

 charged for a good dinner. I am told that it is 

 better now, and hope I am told the truth. 



" Hold on to the iron rods, or you will be blown 

 away, my dear ! Yonder pile of rocks is Lizzie 

 Bourne's monument : you shall go to it, and add 

 your stone, when the wind lulls." 



