"Look, Harry! What is that?" she cried, pointing to them.

He turned and looked, said it must be some loaded wagon passing, and
went off with the child.

"I hope to-morrow will be just like to-day!" said his wife when he
returned. "What shall we do with it?--our one real holiday, you know!"

"I have a notion in my head," he answered. "That little town Georgina
spoke of, is not far from here--among the hills: shall we go and see
it?"



Chapter III.

Without his parents.


The sun in England seems to shine because he cannot help it; the sun
in Italy seems to shine because he means it, and wants to mean
it. Thus he shone the next morning, including in his attentions a
curious little couple, husband and wife, who, attended by a guide, and
borne by animals which might be mules and might be donkeys, and were
not lovely to look on except through sympathy with their ugliness,
were slowly ascending a steep terraced and zigzagged road, with olive
trees above and below them. They were on the south side of the hill,
and the olives gave them none of the little shadow they have in their
power, for the trees next the sun were always below the road. The man