At length the steepest part of the descent was accomplished, and then the road led, for a mile, through a green and pretty valley, with lofty rocks and mountains on either hand, and chalets and pretty cottages at various distances along the roadside. At one place, in a very romantic and delightful spot, they came to a small chapel. It had been built there to commemorate some remarkable event, and to afford a resting-place for travellers. The door of this chapel was fastened, but Rollo could look in through a window and see the altar, and the crucifix, and the tall candles, within. He and Mr. George sat down, too, on the stone step of the chapel for a little while, to rest, and to enjoy the view. While they were there another traveller came by, ascending from Lungern, and he stopped to rest there too. He was lame, and seemed to be poor. He had a pack on his back. Mr. George talked with this man in French while they sat together on the steps of the chapel, and when he went away Mr. George gave him a little money. After leaving the chapel the travellers continued their descent, the valley opening before them more and more as they proceeded, until, at length, the village of Lungern came in sight, far below them, at the head of a little lake. "There!" said Rollo, as soon as the village came in sight. "That is Lungern. That is the place where the carriage road begins." "I am glad of that," said Mr. George. "A ride in a carriage will be very pleasant after all this scrambling over the mountains--that is, provided you get a good carriage." When, at length, the party reached the inn, the guide set down his load on a bench at the door of it, and, smiling, seemed quite pleased to be rid of the heavy burden. "Are we going to take dinner here?" said Mr. George to Rollo. "No, sir," said Rollo. "At least, I don't know. We'll see." The landlord of the inn met the travellers at the door, and conducted them up a flight of stone stairs, and thence into a room where several tables were set, and different parties of travellers were taking refreshments. The landlord, after showing them into this room, went down stairs again to attend to other travellers. Mr. George and Rollo walked into the room. After looking about the room a moment, however, Rollo said he must go down and see about a carriage. "Wait here a few minutes, uncle George," said he, "while I go and engage a carriage, and then I will come back." So saying, Rollo went away, and Mr. George took his seat by a window. Presently the waiter came to Mr. George, and asked him, in French, if he wished for any refreshment. "I don't know," said Mr. George. "I will wait till the boy comes back, and then we'll see." In a short time Rollo came back. "The carriage will be ready in twenty minutes," said he. "Very well," said Mr. George. "And the waiter wants to know whether we are going to have any thing to eat." "Yes," said Rollo, "we are going to have a luncheon."