The idea appealed to Carlo, who wanted his patrons to see all that they could, but he hesitated about accepting the escort of these handsome young strangers.
“Oh, yes, we’ll go,” cried Patty, after she learned of the invitation; “don’t be a goose, Carlo, you’re worse than Snippy! I’ll take the responsibility, and I’ll tell father all about it, and he’ll say, ‘Bless you, my children.’ Come on, Flo.”
Then turning to Signor Balotti, she smiled, and said:
“Si, signor, we will go avec pleasure.”
The polyglot sentence was not very intelligible, but the smile was, and Carlo allowed himself to be persuaded to carry out the plan.
Their cab was dismissed, and a larger carriage called, which would hold the four, and again Carlo climbed to the seat beside the driver, and they were off.
Conversation was now difficult, but that made it only more interesting.
“Where do you live?” asked Patty, choosing a simple question as a beginning.
This Signor Balotti understood, but his reply was entirely unintelligible, and as Patty didn’t care where they lived, she gave it up.