“Single, I reckon? So’m I. Are you two ladies traveling alone?”
“No—my husband is with us.”
“Our whole family’s along. It’s awful slow, going around alone—don’t you think so?”
“I suppose it must be."
“Hi, there’s Mount Pilatus coming in sight again. Named after Pontius Pilate, you know, that shot the apple off of William Tell’s head. Guide-book tells all about it, they say. I didn’t read it—an American told me. I don’t read when I’m knocking around like this, having a good time. Did you ever see the chapel where William Tell used to preach?”
“I did not know he ever preached there.”
“Oh, yes, he did. That American told me so. He don’t ever shut up his guide-book. He knows more about this lake than the fishes in it. Besides, they call it ‘Tell’s Chapel’—you know that yourself. You ever been over here before?”