For a while the entire party gazed in speechless admiration at the
scene before them, when Miss Cuthbert exclaimed:

"I can say, with the apostle of old, 'It is good for us to be here.'"

"And build _three tabernacles_? queried Mrs. Clarkson.

"Oh, no, two would do. One for me, and another for you and
Mr. Clarkson."

At this rejoinder Mrs. Clarkson bit her lips, and changed the
conversation immediately.

When they had surveyed the city, the river, and the country on the
opposite shore, they prepared to ascend to the highest part of the
mountain, where the observatory stands, imbedded in trees. Here they
sat down for a time to rest, and partake of some light refreshment
which they had brought with them; they then proceeded to descend on
the other side, passing through the Protestant and Catholic
cemeteries, both elaborately laid out, and looking like beautiful
flower gardens, rather than burial grounds. As they neared Cote des
Neiges Miss Cuthbert commenced to scamper along like a child, and at
one short declivity, she started off at a run, calling on the others
to follow. Clarkson took his companion's hand and invited her to
descend in like manner, but, almost at the first step, his
sister-in-law uttered a sharp scream and fell forward on the grass,
informing them that her foot had turned under her, and that she had
sprained her ankle.

William was almost beside himself. He felt that he had foolishly