[The Jolliest School of All by Angela Brazil]@TWC D-Link bookThe Jolliest School of All CHAPTER VIII 9/33
And also they want to sell their own photos.
You'll be pestered to buy post-cards outside the gates." "I'd adore to get just one or two snaps," persisted Irene.
"I won't take this big camera, but I'll slip my wee one inside my pocket, and see if I find a chance." "Are you ready, girls ?" came Miss Morley's voice from the porch, and the waiting thirteen formed into double line and marched. They were to go by the electric tram from Fossato to Castellamare, from which it was only a comparatively short drive to Pompeii.
The jogging, jolting, little tramcar ran along the coast, linking up several towns and villages and conveying people intent on either business or pleasure. There were many visitors anxious to make the excursion to-day, but the contingent from the Villa Camellia had posted themselves by the statue of Garibaldi in the square, and scrambled for the car as soon as it arrived, boarding it with three hatless Italian girls, two women with orange baskets, a sailor carrying a little boy, and a stout old padre, who apologized prettily for pushing. "We did those folks from the Hotel Royal," chuckled Delia, sitting on Irene's knee for lack of further accommodation.
"Did you ever see a tram fill up quicker? I'm afraid I'm heavy.
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