Together we took voyages of discovery to many of the little walled and forgotten towns where the tourists seldom set foot.

Once we even wandered so far as Monte Carlo, where my brother tried very hard to break the bank and did not succeed.

But the Richard Harding Davis luck did not fail him completely and I remember I greatly envied him the huge pile of gold and notes that represented his winnings and which we did our very best to spend before we left the land of the Prince of Monaco.

However, having had his first taste of war, Richard felt that he must leave the peace and content of Florence to see how the Greeks, with whom he had much sympathy, were faring with their enemies the Turks.

As it happened, this expedition proved but a short interruption, and in less than a month he was once more back with his new-found friends in Florence.
April 28, 1897 On the Way to Patras on a Steamer.
DEAR FAMILY: It has been a week since I wrote you last, when I sent you the Inauguration article.