“I think they’re great!” said Floyd. “I want a copy of those.”
“Thank you!” said Lank, with a bow to his admirer.
“Now,” said Peter, “we come to a column of fashion notes, by our esteemed friend, Miss Fairfield, who is an authority on the subject. I will read it to you.
“‘Fall fashions for Rome. This season cabmen will continue to wear the tattered and disreputable costumes which they have (apparently) worn for the last decade.
“‘Tourists will wear short skirts, and a look of inquiry. Roman citizens have discarded togas and tunics, and now wear any old thing. Their appearance is not so picturesque as formerly.
“‘Americans and Britishers visiting in Rome will wear Roman sashes a great deal this fall, as they think it gives them a touch of local colour. They will also wear memory chains.
“‘Visitors who have already been to Naples, are wearing pink coral necklaces.
“‘There is little change in the fashions for statues. As a rule these people seem not to care much for clothing, and what they wear is scanty of material and shows little, if any, trimming. The statues are not wearing hats this year, and their styles of hair-dressing, though picturesque, are a bit untidy.’”
“Good for you, Patty!” cried her father. “That’s good fooling, my child. You may turn out a blue-stocking yet.”