"Herbs, fruits, and flowers, Walks, and the melody of birds." MILTON. 

There were six of us, and we had the entire hotel, I may almost say the entire valley, to ourselves. If the verdict of the villagers could have been taken, we should, perhaps, have been voted a queer set, familiar as dwellers in Franconia are with the sight of idle tourists, 

"Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air, And they were butterflies to wheel about Long as the summer lasted."