Good afternoon, signorini," turning to Patsy and Louise.
"I'll walk a little way with you; may I ?" asked Patsy, smiling into Tato's splendid eyes.
"To be sure, signorina," was the quick response.
Patricia caught up a sunshade and followed the child out at the side entrance, which was little used.

Tato took the way along the old road, and Patsy walked beside her, chatting brightly of the catacombs, the Norman villa that showed its checkered tower above the trees and the ancient wall that still hemmed in the little village.
"I love Taormina," she said, earnestly, "and shall be sorry to leave it.
You must be very happy, Tato, to be able to live here always." "It is my birthplace," she said; "but I long to get away from it and see other countries.

The view is fine, they say; but it tires me.

The air is sweet and pure; but it oppresses me.

The climate is glorious; but I have had enough of it.