For Mr.Watson and Kenneth are just leaving Palermo, and he asks us to meet him in another place altogether, a town called--called--let me see; Tormenti, or Terminal, or something." "Give me the letter, dear," said Patsy.

"I don't believe it's Terminal at all.

Of course not," consulting the pages, "it's Taormina." "Is that in Sicily ?" he asked.
"Yes.

Listen to what Mr.Watson says: 'I'm told it is the most beautiful spot in the world, which is the same thing you hear about most beautiful places.

It is eight hundred feet above the Mediterranean and nestles peacefully in the shadow of Mount Etna.'" "Etna!" cried Uncle John, with a start.