As far as her eyes could see in the clear winter air, the Alps of the Bernese Oberland stood in their snow-capped ranks, 12,000-foot peaks of glacial ice and stone.
Three thousand feet below, terrace on terrace, lay the storybook village of Grindelwald, famed as a skier's paradise. The girl whose level, blue-grey eyes surveyed this prospect may or may not have been awed by the majesty of the view. What she said was reverent, appreciative, American: "Scenic as hell!" Last week her interest in the Grindel-wald view was more technical than esthetic....
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