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At Grey's abrupt entrance he started, and his face flushed for a moment,
but when he saw who it was, the look of fear gave way to one of joy, and
his pale face lighted up with gladness as he welcomed the eager boy, who
told him first how sorry he was to find him so sick, and then what a
grand time he had in Europe.
"I have been to the top of Rigi, and old Pilatus and Vesuvius, and
Flegere, and crossed the Mer-de-Glace and Tete Noir, and the Simplon,
and they are all here on my Alpenstock; look, see! but no, you cannot,
it is so dark! I'll raise the curtain."
And Grey hastened to the window, while his grandfather cried out in
alarm:
"Stop, Grey, stop. I'll call your Aunt Hannah! Hannah, come here!"
She was at his side in an instant, bending over him while he whispered:
"Is it safe? Can he see nothing, sure?"
"Nothing, father, nothing," was the reply, and thus reassured the old
man took the Alpenstock, which had done such good service, and looked at
the queer names burned upon it, lingering longest upon the first one,
"Grey Jerrold, Boston, Mass.


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