periences of this afternoon. Words could not do them justice, and
I am not cool enough to trust myself. But I wish to apologize to you
most humbly for my egregious, my imbecile mistake."

"Don't you care, Geraldino! Don't you care one bit! Bless your dear
heart, I'm not touchy!" Aurora said cheerily, and, not resisting as he
had recently done the impulse to comfort his friend by a caressing
touch, gave his hand as tight a squeeze as her snug new glove permitted.
"Nasty old thing! What does it matter? But"--her eyes rounded at the
amazed recollection,--"that I should have lived, I--me--my size--to feel
like a fly-speck on the wall! It did beat everything! Yours truly, F. S.
W.! Fly Speck on the Wall!"

She was lost for a moment in the consideration of herself reduced to a
negligible dot, and Gerald, too angry to talk, thought hydrophobia
thoughts in silence. In these he was disturbed by the sound of her
trying in a murmur to speak like Antonia, and hitting off the
Englishwoman's pronunciation rather successfully.

"Deah Madam! I nevah, nevah inscrrribe a book.... I drap them into the
baaahsket. Yesss. I marely keep the stamps."

CHAPTER X

The house where Gerald lived was the same one he had lived in since the
days of Boston and Charlestown. His mother, coming to Florence with her
two children, a boy of ten, a girl of seven, had needed to look for a
modest corner in which to build their nest. The income of which she
found herself possessed after settling up her husband's affairs, even
when supplemented by the allowance made her by his family, so little
permitted of extravagance that she chose the topmost story of the house
in Borgo Pinti, with those long, long stairs that perhaps had
contributed to keep Gerald's legs thin.

Its street door was narrow, its entrance-hall dark; the stone stairs
climbed from darkness into semi-darkness, reaching the daylight when
they likewise reached the Fanes' landing. But the old house was not
without dignity; all three loved it.

As you entered the Fanes', there was another dark hall, very long,
running to right and left. One small window opposite, on an inner court,
was all that lighted it. This hall grew darker still, as well as
narrower, after turning a corner to the left; then it turned to the
right, and was lighter. At the end of it was a window from which, if you
bent out, you saw far below you a garden.

The rooms, without being lofty and vaulted, like those on th