one or two mornings every week studying stiff old Madonnas and
Magdalenes and saints! I love noble and beautiful paintings as well as
any one, but I wonder if I can ever learn anything that will make me
care to look twice at some of those old things in the long entrance
gallery of the Uffizi. I doubt it. Give me the old palaces where the
Medici lived, and let me study up what they did. Or even Dante, or
Michael Angelo! _He_ was an artist who is worth studying about. Why! do
you know, he built the fortifications of San Miniato and--"

"But," interrupted Barbara, "you know that whenever Italy is written or
talked about, her _art_ seems to be the very most important thing. I was
reading only the other day an article in which the writer said that
undoubtedly the chief mission or gift of Italy to the world is her
paintings,--her old paintings,--and that this mission is all fulfilled.
Now, if this be true, do we wish to come here and go away without
learning all that we possibly can of them? I think that would be
foolish."

"And," added Bettina, "I think one of the most interesting studies in
the world is about these same old saints whom you dislike so much,
Malcom. They were heroes; and I think some of them were a great deal
grander than those mythological characters you so dote upon. If your
uncle will only be so good as to talk to us of the pictures! Let us go
at once and thank him. Now, Malcom, you will be enthusiastic about it,
will you not? There will be so much time for all the other things."

Bettina put her arm affectionately about Margery, and smiled into
Malcom's face, as they all went to seek Mrs. Douglas and Mr. Sumner.

"Here come the victims, Uncle Rob! three willing ones,--Barbara, who is