A grass widow's," improved the Senator.

"It's all meadow-land round there--did you notice ?" "I did not," I said coldly; "but, of course, if I'm to call Pisa a grass widow, it will have to be.

Although I warn you, poppa, that in case of any critic being able to arise and indicate that it is laid out in oyster beds, I shall make it plain that the responsibility is yours." We were speeding through Tuscany, and the vine-garlanded trees in the orchards clasped hands and danced along with us.

The sky would have told us we were in Italy if we had come on a magic carpet without a compass or a time-table.

Poppa says we are not, under any circumstances, to mention it more than once, but that we might as well explode the fallacy that there is anything like it in America.