He glanced dismally toward the garden border which lay basking in the sunshine under the wall that divided Villa Rosa from the rest of the world.

It contained every known flower which blossoms in July in the kingdom of Italy from camellias and hydrangeas to heliotrope and wall flowers.

Its spading was a complicated business and it lay too far off to permit of conversation.

Giuseppe was not only a lazy, but also a social soul.
"Signorina," he suggested, "would you not like a sail ?" She shook her head.

"There is not wind enough and it is too hot and too sunny." "But yes, there's a wind, and cool--when you get out on the lake.