But I don't suppose that kind of forethought is common." "How exquisite it was, that cluster of white marble relics of the past on the bosom of dusky Pisa.

It reminded me," said momma, poetically, "of an old maid's pearls." "I should suggest," said the Senator to me, "that you make a note of that.

A little sentiment won't do us any harm--just a little.

And they _are_ like an old maid's pearls in connection with that middle-aged, one-horse little city.

Or I should say a widow's--Pisa was once a bride of the sea.