The _Chiesa_, I think, is the Judson Memorial Church on Washington Square.

Just why they don't want the Signora to have tables in her own back yard is not clear.

She, being a Latin, shrugs her shoulders and makes no comment.

Standing in the darkness, there is a real freshness in the air; there is also a delicious, gurgling sound, the music of summer streams.
"How lovely!" you whisper.

"What a delightful, rippling sound." "Yet, it is the ice plant of the big hotel," says La Signora sweetly.
There is, at Bertolotti's one of the queerest little old figures in all that part of the world, the bent and aged Italian known universally as _Castagna_ (Chestnuts), because of the interminable anecdotes he tells over and over again.