Three times she began, and as often was forced to discard her work and start over again.

The Colosseum will not suffer its likeness to be taken by every one; it is a favour that must be fought for.
High up on the dizzy height of the third gallery sat a wee speck of a man with an easel before him.

Even through an opera-glass the painter looked like an ant on a house-top.

He wore a broad-brimmed straw hat, and behind him a large umbrella was opened against the fierce rays of the Italian sun.

Thus protected, he sat there busily at work.