“Yes, I think it was,” agreed Mr. Fairfield, “and I shall expect you to entertain me hilariously.”
“I think,” said Patty, “the most fun would be just to go for a drive, and shop somewhere and eat ices off those funny little tables that stand out on the sidewalk.”
“That is indeed a daring proposition,” said her father, smiling, “but I’ll take you. Get your hats and wraps.”
Flo and Patty were soon ready, and away they went for a drive round Florence by night.
“It isn’t as brilliant as Broadway,” said Patty, looking about at the fairly-well lighted streets.
“It’s lighter than London at night, though,” said Flo.
“Yes, or London by day, either,” said Patty, who knew Flo never resented good-natured chaff.
Then to Patty’s delight they stopped at a sidewalk café, and ate ices and little cakes, while they enjoyed the novel scenes all about.
Often whole families would be gathered round the tables, and little children would sit contentedly nibbling at buns or pastry.