human
We follow the bed of this brook almost to the top, explained Bob who was leading the way.
gpt
We come into it here, you see. In summer it is a narrow path clearly marked by rough stones; you wouldn't believe how different it looks now all covered with snow. It doesn't seem like the same place. I didn't realize what a difference the snow would make in everything. But, anyway, we can't miss the way with these great boulders along the sides of the path; and even if we did the trees are blazed.
human
Oh, thunder! Got a knife, Bob? he called.
gpt
This darn thing's busted. I'll have to haul to for repairs.
human
Why didn't you look at it before you started?
gpt
Never thought of it, Old Preparedness, was the good-natured reply.
human
No matter, I have some string and I think I can fix it.
gpt
I guess Father wasn't a very good weather prophet, remarked Bob, glancing at the sky.
human
It seems to be clouding up.
gpt
Don't fret. What do we care? was Van's easy answer.
human
We're not really after the view. I don't give a hurrah for what we see when we get to the top; what I want is the fun of doing it.
gpt
I'll be glad when this luncheon is inside instead of outside of me, won't you? puffed Bob.
human
It's almighty heavy to carry.
gpt
It isn't the lunch I mind. It's all these infernal clothes, was Van's retort.
human
I don't see what on earth I wore so many things for.
gpt
You'll want them by and by.
human
I bet I won't! protested Van.
gpt
I'm going to tie my red sweater to this tree and leave it here; I can't be bothered with so much stuff.
human
You'll be cold when you get to the top.
gpt
No, I won't. And anyway I'd rather be too cold then than too hot now. One's no better than the other.
human
You'll be sorry,