ut of turn, I might foozle and lose prestige. And
besides, I depend so much upon the professor and his introductory
notes: 'Ladies and gents, permit me to introduce the world-renowned
Signor Fantoccini, whose marvelous tricks have long puzzled all the
crowned heads of Europe--'"

"Fantoccini,"--musingly. "That's Italian for puppet show."

"I know it, but the dime-museum visitors do not. It makes a fine
impression."

She laughed and slid the dime back to her uncle.

"I'm afraid you are an impostor," she said.

"I'm afraid so, too," I confessed, laughing.

Then the comedy came to an end by the appearance of our separate
orders. I threw aside the cards and proceeded to attack my dinner, for
I was hungry. From time to time I caught vague fragments of
conversation between the girl and her uncle.

"It's a fool idea," mumbled the old gentleman; "you will get into some
trouble or other."

"That doesn't matter. It will be like a vacation,--a flash of old
Rome, where I wish I were at this very moment. I am determined."

"This is what comes of reading romantic novels,"--with a kind of
grumble.

"I admit there never was a particle of romance on your side of the
family," the girl retorted.

"Happily. There is peace in the house where I live."

"Do not argue with me."

"I am not arguing with you. I should only be wasting my time. I am
simply warning you that you are about to commit a folly."

"I have made up my mind."

"Ah! In that case I have hopes," he returned. "When a woman makes up
her mind to do one thing, she generally does another. Why can't you
put aside this fool idea and go to the opera with me?"

"I have seen _Carmen_ in Paris, Rome, London and New York," she replied.

(Evidently a traveled young person.)

"_Carmen_ is your favorite opera, besides."

"Not to-night,"--whimsically.

"Go, then; but please recollect that if anything serious comes of your
folly, I did my best to prevent it. It's a scatter-brained idea, and
no good will come of it, mark me."

"I can take care of myself,"--truculently.

"So I have often been forced to observe,"--dryly.

(I wondered what it was all about.)

"But, uncle dear, I am becoming so dreadfully bored!"

"That sounds final," sighed the old man, helping himself to the
_haricots verts_. (The girl ate positively nothing.) "But it seems
odd that you can't go about your affairs after my own reasonable
manner."

"I am only twenty."

The old ma