so of girder-bridges across the canal between this and the Ri-alto,
and run an elevator up the Campanile--but this ain't what you might
call a _business_ city, Sir, and that's a fact. (_To Miss T. as she
appears._) Hello, MAUD, the ice-water cool down your face any?

_Miss T._ Not _much_. My face just made that ice-water boil over. I
don't believe I'll ever have a complexion again--it's divided up
among several dozen mosquitoes, who've no use for one. But it's vurry
consoling to look at _you_, Mr. CULCHARD, and feel there's a pair
of us. Now what way do you propose we should endeavor to forget our
sufferings?

_Culch._ Well, we might spend the morning in St. Mark's--?

_Miss T._ The morning! Why, Poppa and I saw the entire show I inside
of ten minutes, before breakfast!

_Culch._ Ah! (_Discouraged._) What do you say to studying the Vine and
Fig-tree angles and the capitals of the arcades in the Ducal Palace? I
will go and fetch the _Stones of Venice_.

_Miss T._ I guess you can leave those old stones in peace. I don't
feel like studying up anything this morning--it's as much as ever I
can do not to scream aloud!

_Culch._ Then shall we just drift about in a gondola all the morning,
and--er--perhaps do the Academy later?

_Miss T._ Not any canals in this hot sun for me! I'd be just as
_sick_! That gondola will keep till it's cooler.