w-locks here), and that
upset us.

Of course it didn't matter, as we could swim; but the fellows in the
steamer kicked up an awful shine about it, and came and hauled us up,
boat and all. It was rather awkward, as we had nothing to tip them
with. We got out at a dismal sort of place called Chillon. We told the
captain if he was ever in London the pater would be glad to see him.

We had a grind getting back here with the boat, as it came on dark and
misty, and we couldn't see where Montreux had got to. Jim got rather
chawed up too by the cold, so I sculled. The wind was against us, and
it was rather a hard pull, especially when you couldn't see the land at
all. I managed to keep pretty warm with rowing, but old Jim's teeth
chattered like a steam-engine. It came on a regular squall, and I
didn't see the fun of sculling after about a couple of hours. So Jim
and I huddled up to keep warm, and let her drift. We were jolly glad to
see a light after a bit, and yelled to let them know where we were.
They didn't hear, though, so we just stuck on and chanced it. The old
tub drifted ashore all right, side on, though she upset just as we got
to land. It was lucky the water was shallow, as we were too cold to
swim. As it was, old Jim nearly came to grief. It was no end of a job
hauling in the boat. She was rather knocked about. We had drifted back
to Chillon, exactly where we started from.

The keeper of the castle put us up for the night and was no end of a
brick. There was rather a row with the boat fellow when we got back to
Montreux. He got crusty about the boat being damaged, and wanted about
two sovs! As it happened, we hadn't got anything, as we gave the fellow
at the castle five francs, and that cleared us out. We told the boat
fellow to call at the inn to-morrow, and I hope to goodness the money
will have turned up, as it's a bit awkward. Jim has a cold.

Yours truly T. Hooker.

Please remember me to your young sister.

Montreux, _August_ 13.

Dear Father,--Thanks awfully for the money; it was jolly to get it, and
mother's letter. It is very hilly about here. Jim's cold is getting
better. Would you mind telegraphing to us who is the winner of the
Australian cricket match to-morrow, and how many Grace scored? In
haste, Your loving son, Tom.

Riffel Hotel, _August_ 18.

Dear Gus,--We're awfully high up here--awful rum little inn it is. It
was chock full, and Jim and I have to sleep under t