They were going on to Zermatt on the following day; and Zermatt would be still more beautiful--a little higher up, a little nearer those mountains which are as the Delectable Mountains in Bunyan's _Pilgrim's Progress_, past the power of man to describe. Priscie owned to herself, as she lay in bed, that she was glad she had come. "It was not going to be nice at first," she thought. "But this repays everything. I shall remember it all for the rest of my days. I am not a bit good, I know; I have put goodness from me. I have chosen ambition, and the acquiring of knowledge, and the life of the student, and by-and-by an appointment of some worth where I can enjoy those things which I thirst for. But whatever is before me, I am never going to forget this scene. I am never going to forget this time. It is wonderfully good of God to give it to me, for I am such a wicked girl. Annie and Mabel are wicked too, but they could never have done what they did without my help. I am, therefore, worse than they--much worse." A servant knocked at the door and brought in Priscilla's first breakfast. The man laid the coffee and rolls on a little table by the girl's bedside, and Priscilla sat up and enjoyed her simple meal, eating it with appetite When she had come to the last crumb a sudden thought forced itself on her mind: "What is the matter with Annie? How strangely Annie looked at me last night! Why has she taken each a violent antipathy to me? What have I done to annoy her?" The thought had scarcely come to Priscilla when she heard a light tap at her door, and in reply to her "Come in," Annie entered. "I thought you would be awake and having your breakfast, Priscie." Annie tripped lightly forward. She seated herself on Priscie's bed. "Isn't it a glorious morning?" said Priscie. "Isn't the view lovely?" "I suppose so," replied Annie in an indifferent tone. "But, to tell the truth," she added, "I have not had time either to think of the beauty of the morning or the beauty of the view." "You surprise me," said Priscilla. "I can never think of anything else. Why, we are just here for that," she continued, fixing her great dark-grey eyes on Annie's face. "Just here for that?" laughed Annie. "Oh, you oddity! we are not here for anything of the kind. We are staying at Interlaken because Lady Lushington thinks it fashionable and correct to spend a little time here in the autumn. From Zermatt, I understand, we are going to Lucerne, and then presently to the Italian lakes; that is, Mabel and Lady Lushington are going to the Italian lakes. Of course, you and I will have to go back to the dreary school." "Oh, but the school is not dreary," said Priscilla. "I am glad you find it agreeable; it is more than I do." "But I thought you loved your school."