“Well, when we get to Venice, I’ll get out then, and hunt up the Royal Danieli men, and they’ll find him.”
“How capable you Americans are! I don’t mind confessing that I’m a bit scared.”
“Pshaw! what is there to be scared at? We’re as safe here as we can be. Nothing can harm us. The guards would look after us if there were any danger, but there isn’t any.”
“No, I suppose not,” Flo agreed, but she spoke hesitatingly.
As for Patty, she was not really alarmed, but she couldn’t helping wishing her father would come back. It would be all well enough in America or even in England; but alone on an Italian railway, where she couldn’t make herself understood, and in a country where young ladies are allowed little or no unconventionality, she had secret misgivings. But it would never do to let Flo know she was troubled, so she said, gaily:
“Well, if daddy can have a nice long nap, so can I. Come, let’s fold up our coats for pillows and drop asleep ourselves.”
“Oh, no, Patty! It might be dangerous.”
“Pooh, it’s no more dangerous asleep than awake. I’m going to try it anyhow.”
Patty made Flo comfortable first. She opened her dressing case, and taking out the Cologne water, bathed Flo’s temples refreshingly. Then she folded her coat, and tucked it beneath her head, and said quietly: