“Jigs?”
“Yes; little carved ivory elephants and monkeys; little silver things of all sorts, or bronze or wood, or anything. Come on into a shop and I’ll show you. Mr. Homer, you must know the right kind of shop, don’t you?”
“I think so,” he said; “but, Miss Mills, where did Rollo go, for this purpose?”
“I don’t think he made a ‘memory chain,’” said Milly, pleased to be consulted; “but the description of his shopping for a Roman sash is very funny.”
Patty secretly wondered if Milly had ever read any other book beside “Rollo,” but she realised that she didn’t yet know the girl, and indeed she wasn’t easy to get acquainted with.
Peter took them to a fascinating little shop, where there were all sorts of tiny wares, at prices not exorbitant; and the girls all bought trinkets for memory chains.
“Don’t get too many at once,” said Flo to Patty. “You know you must buy some in Florence or Venice, or wherever you go. Get something appropriate to the city,—if you can.”
Patty bought a little silver cat, for she said she remembered seeing cats all over the Forum and Coliseum; and especially in Trajan’s Forum. Then she bought a tiny column, and a little model of the Arch of Constantine, and several others.
The men didn’t seem to want memory chains, but they each bought a tiny trinket to carry as a pocket-piece, as a memento of the Wonderers’ Club.