"Buthter, I didn't athk for your advithe," retorted Tommy.

"There are the foothills," interrupted the guide, "and there is
Chocorua. Isn't she a beauty?"

This was the girls' first real glimpse of the White Mountains.
Chocorua loomed high in the air, reminding them of pictures they had
seen of ancient temples, except that this was higher than any temple
they had ever seen pictured. Its gray domes, flanked by the other tops
of the neighboring range, stood out clearly defined.

"Three thousand five hundred feet above sea level," the guide informed
them, waving a hand toward Chocorua. "Doesn't look that high, does it?"

"Have we got to climb up there?" questioned Margery.

"We are going to. We do not have to if we don't want to," replied
Hazel.

"Oh, dear, I'm too tired to go on," whined Margery.

"I knew Buthter could never climb a mountain," observed Tommy, with a
hopeless shake of her little tow-head. "But never mind, Buthter, you
can thtay here and wait until we come back. It will only be a few
weekth and you won't be tho very lonely. Of courthe, you will mith me
a great deal."

"Don't worry yourself over me," snapped, Buster. "I can climb as well
as you. But if I did stay behind, you can make up your mind I wouldn't