her winter was a complication of great enjoyment with anxiety
and mortification.

About the end of March they left the delightful old city and set off
southwards. To Sorrento, was Dolly's fond hope. But when they got to
Naples, she found that all the men of the party were against proceeding
further, at least before the pleasures and novelties of that place had
also bean tasted.

"There's a famous museum here, Dolly," said her father. "You could not
pass that?"

"And Pompeii--don't you want to see Pompeii?" cried Rupert.

"It will be pleasanter at Sorrento later in the season," said Lawrence;
"much pleasanter. Wait till it grows warm here; then Sorrento will be
delightful. We are taking everything just at the right time."

"And it is as beautiful here as you can find anything," added Mr.
Copley. "You want to look at the bay of Naples, now you have the
chance."

Yes, said Dolly to herself, and they say the wines are good at Naples
too! But she gave up the question. They established themselves in a
hotel.

"For how long, I wonder?" said Mrs. Copley to Dolly when they were
alone. "It seems as if I wasn't going to get to Sorrento. I don't know
what I expect there, either, I am sure; only we set out to go to
Sorrento for my health; and here we are in Naples after five months of
wandering and lounging about! and here we are going to stay, it seems."

"The wandering and lounging about was very good for you, mother, dear.
You are a great deal improved in your looks."

"I wish I was in my feelings."

"You are, aren't you?"

"What does your father want to do in Naples?"

"I don't know. They all want to stay here a while, you see. And,
mother, don't you enjoy this wonderful view?" For their windows
commanded the bay.

"I'd rather see Boston harbour, by half."

"Oh, so would I!--on some accounts. But, mother, it is a great thing to
see Naples."

"So your father thinks. Men never do know what they want; only it is
always something they haven't got."

"We're in Naples, though, mother."

"We shan't be long."

"Well, we don't _want_ to be here long, mother."

"I'd like to be still somewheres. Your father'd as lieve be anywhere
else as at home; but I like to see my own fire burn. I don't know as I
ever shall again. Unless you'll marry Mr. St. Leger, Dolly. That would
bring all right, at one stroke." From which suggestion Dolly always
escaped as fast as possible.

It turned out that they were to stay a good whi