"But I'll get even with this rascal before I've done with him, never fear." It was a cold, raw morning, but the portiere at the Victoria had told them the sun would be out presently and the day become more genial.
Indeed, the sun did come out, but only to give a discouraged look at the landscape and retire again.

During this one day in which they rode to Amalfi and back, Uncle John afterward declared that they experienced seven different kinds of weather.

They had sunshine, rain, hail, snow and a tornado; and then rain again and more sunshine.

"Sunny Italy" seemed a misnomer that day, as indeed it does many days in winter and spring, when the climate is little better than that prevailing in the eastern and central portions of the United States.

And perhaps one suffers more in Italy than in America, owing to the general lack of means to keep warm on cold days.