It's too far." "Yes, our little family quartette is rather inseparable," agreed Mother.
"It's certainly nice to think that we're all 'within hail.'" The school, recommended to Mr.and Mrs.Beverley by their American friend, Mr.Proctor, was situated at the small town of Fossato, not far from Naples.

The easiest way of getting there was by sea, so Irene's luggage was wheeled down to the quay, and the family embarked on a coasting steamer.

Father and Mother were, of course, taking her, and Vincent accompanied them, because they could not leave him alone in a strange city.
"It will be your last holiday though, young man," said Mr.Beverley jokingly, "so make the most of it.

To-morrow you must come with me to the office and start your new career.

I don't know whether the Villa Camellia observes convent rules, and whether you will be admitted.