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said Caper, among the violets of Paestum, the poor flowers of the Borghese? I protest against it, and beg to add this little bouquet to yours, that their united perfume may cause you to remember them.' 'I accept them for you, mother,' spoke Ida; 'and that they may not be forgotten, I will make a sketch at once of that fountain under the ilex trees, and Mr. Caper in classic costume, making floral offerings to Bacchus--of violets.' 'And why not to Flora?' 'I have yet to learn that Flora has a shrine at--Monte Testaccio! where the Signore Caper, if report speaks true, often goes and worships.' 'That shrine is abandoned hereafter: where shall my new one be?' 'In the Piazza di Spagna, No.----,' said Mrs. Buren, smiling at Caper's mournful tone of voice. 'While the violets bloom we shall be there. Good morning!' The ladies continued their walk, and although, as they turned away, Ida dropped a tiny bunch of violets, hidden among two leaves, Caper, when he picked it up, did not return it to her, but kept it many a day as a souvenir of his fair countrywoman. 'They are,' said Uncle Bill, slowly and solemnly, 'two of the finest specimens of Englishwomen I ever saw, upon me word, be gad!' 'They are,' said Caper, 'two of the handsomest Americans I ever met.' 'Americans?' asked Uncle Bill, emphatically. 'Americans!' answered Caper, triumphantly. 'Shut up your paint shop, James, my son, call in the auctioneer, stick up a bill 'TO LET.' Let us return at once to the land of our birth. No such attractions exist in this turkey-trodden, maccaroni-eating, picture-peddling, stone-cutting, mass-singing land of donkeys. Let us go. Americans!' 'Yes, Americans--Bostonians,' 'Farewell, seventy-five niggers--good-by, my speculations in Lewsianny cotton planting--depart from behind me, sugar crops on Bayou Fooshe! I am of those who want a Mrs. Browne, a duplicate of the elderly lady who has just departed, at any price. James, my son, this morning shalt thou breakfast with me at Nazzari's; and if thou hast not a bully old breakfast, it's because the dimes ain't in me--and I know they are. Nothing short of cream de Boozy frappayed, paddy frog grass pie, fill it of beef, and myonhays of pullits, with all kinds of saucy sons and so forth, will do for us. We have been among angels--shall we not eat like the elect? Forward!' During breakfast, Caper discoursed at length with his uncle of the two ladies they met in the villa
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