Part of the time, the Milanese use it for a race track, and at other seasons they flood it with water and have spirited yachting regattas there.

The guide told us these things, and he would hardly try so hazardous an experiment as the telling of a falsehood, when it is all he can do to speak the truth in English without getting the lock-jaw.
In another place we were shown a sort of summer arbor, with a fence before it.

We said that was nothing.

We looked again, and saw, through the arbor, an endless stretch of garden, and shrubbery, and grassy lawn.
We were perfectly willing to go in there and rest, but it could not be done.

It was only another delusion--a painting by some ingenious artist with little charity in his heart for tired folk.