By and bye we'll get to Eu-rope an' do it up brown.

Whatever happens, and wherever we go, it's got to be a spree and a jolly good time; so take it easy, Patsy dear, and don't worry." "That's all right, Uncle," she rejoined, with a laugh.

"I'm not worrying the least mite.

But when folks ask us where we're going, what shall we say ?" "Eu-rope." "And then ?" mischievously.
"And then home again, of course.

It's as plain as the nose on your face, Patsy Doyle, and a good bit straighter." That made her laugh again, and the strange Italian, who was listening, growled a word in his native language.