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"Oh, Miss Gowd," pouted Tweetie, "it's too bad you haven't a telephone. You see, we shan't need you to-day." "No?" said Miss Gowd, and glanced at Blue Cape. "No; Signor Caldini says it's much too perfect a day to go poking about among old ruins and things." Henry D. Gregg cleared his throat and took up the explanation.

"Think the five of us can pile into one carriage?" boomed Henry Gregg cheerily. "A little crowded, I think," said Mary Gowd, "for such a long drive. May I suggest that we three" she smiled on Henry Gregg and his wife "take this larger carriage, while Miss Eleanora and Signor Caldini follow in the single cab?" A lightning message from Blue Cape's eyes. "Yes; that would be nice!" cooed Tweetie.

"I trust that I may have the very great happiness to see you in the morning," went on Caldini in his careful English. "I cannot permit Signora Gowd to return home alone through the streets of Rome." He bowed low and elaborately over the hands of the two women. "Oh, well; for that matter " began Henry Gregg gallantly. Caldini raised a protesting, white-gloved hand. "I cannot permit it."

She glared at the silent Mary Gowd. There was a strange little glint in Mary Gowd's eyes, and the grim line was there about the mouth again, grimmer than it had been in the morning. "You will excuse me?" she said. "I am very tired. I will say good night." "And I," announced Caldini. Mary Gowd turned swiftly to look at him. "You!" said Tweetie Gregg.

"This is not America. This is Italy this Caldini is an Italian." "Why, look here; Signor Caldini was introduced to us last night. His folks really belong to the nobility." "I know; I know," interrupted Mary Gowd. "I tell you they cannot go alone. Please believe me! I have been fifteen years in Rome. Noble or not, Caldini is an Italian.

I met a man from Chicago here at the hotel. He and I are going to chin awhile this morning. And Mrs. Gregg and his wife are going on a shopping spree. Say, ma, if you need any more money speak up now, because I'm " Mary Gowd caught his coat sleeve. "One moment!" Her voice was very low. "You mean you mean Miss Eleanora will go to Tivoli and to the Colosseum alone with with Signor Caldini?"

You could not understand unless you lived here many years. I lived here many months before I learned to step meekly off into the gutter to allow a man to pass on the narrow sidewalk. You must take your pretty daughter and go away. To-night! No let me finish. I will tell you what happened to me fifteen years ago, and I will tell you what this Caldini has in his mind.

They drove the remainder of the way in silence. At her door in the Via Babbuino: "You mean to marry her?" asked Mary Gowd. Blue Cape shrugged eloquent shoulders: "I think not," he said quite simply. It was to be the Appian Way the next morning, with a stop at the Catacombs. Mary Gowd reached the hotel very early, but not so early as Caldini.