I'll ask him." The others ignored this suggestion.

Said Patsy to her uncle: "When do we go, sir ?" "Whenever you like, my dears." "Then I vote to move on at once," decided the girl.

"We've got the best out of Naples, and it's pretty grimey here yet." The other nieces agreed with her, so Uncle John went out to enquire the best way to get to Sicily, and to make their arrangements.
The steamer "Victor Emmanuel" of the Navigazione General Italiana line was due to leave Naples for Messina the next evening, arriving at its destination the following morning.

Uncle John promptly booked places.
The intervening day was spent in packing and preparing for the journey, and like all travellers the girls were full of eager excitement at the prospect of seeing something new.
"I'm told Sicily is an island," grumbled Uncle John.

"Here we are, on a trip to Eu-rope, and emigrating to an island the first thing we do." "Sicily is Europe, all right, Uncle," answered Patsy.