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Updated: June 17, 2025
The robin on the branch actually WAS an Impostor and Tweetie had discovered him red-breasted if not red-handed with crime. Oh! the sight it was to behold him in his tiny Berseker rage at his impudent rival.
He was jealous beyond bounds. It was necessary for me to be most discreet in my demeanor towards the head gardener with whom I was obliged to consult frequently. When he came into the rose-garden for orders Tweetie at once appeared. He followed us, hopping in the grass or from rose bush to rose bush. No word of ours escaped him.
"Was it romantic the Colosseum, I mean by moonlight?" asked Ma Gregg, patting Tweetie's cheek and trying not to look uncomfortable as Blue Cape kissed her hand. "Romantic!" snapped Tweetie. "It was as romantic as Main Street on Circus Day. Hordes of people tramping about like buffaloes. Simply swarming with tourists German ones. One couldn't find a single ruin to sit on. Romantic!"
"Seems the er Signor thinks it would be just the thing to take a touring car and drive to Tivoli, and have a bite of lunch there." "And come back in time to see the Colosseum by moonlight!" put in Tweetie ecstatically. "Oh, yes!" said Mary Gowd. Pa Gregg looked at his watch. "Well, I'll be running along," he said. Then, in answer to something in Mary Gowd's eyes: "I'm not going to Tivoli, you see.
"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.
Miss Eleanora Gregg thought so too: in fact, she had thought so first. Her name was Eleanora, but her parents called her Tweetie, which really did not sound so bad as it might if Tweetie had been one whit less pretty. Tweetie was so amazingly, Americanly pretty that she could have triumphed over a pet name twice as absurd. The Greggs came to Rome, as has been stated, at two P.M. Wednesday.
A foolish little face it was, but very, very pretty, and exquisitely young and fresh and sweet. Tweetie dropped her voice to a whisper: "You should hear him pronounce my name. It is like music when he says it El-e-a-no-ra; like that. And aren't his kid gloves always beautifully white? Why, the boys back home " Mary Gowd was still staring down at her.
Both refused all nourishment except such as was placed in their mouths by the delicate hand of one of the Noblest, and the latter said that really she wanted to eat a little tweetie now and then herself, and not to spend her whole time feeding the Men.
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