“Yes; I love to look in windows. And I want to get some silver things for my memory chain. What shall I get?”
“Absurd question! Of course you must get a little silver gondola,—there’s a beauty, see it? And a Lion of St. Mark; and a pigeon,—oh, Venice has so many typical toys,—it’s too easy!”
“Yes, so it is. I had hard work to find anything in Florence, though.”
They went into several shops, one after another, and Patty bought little trinkets to hang on her chain, and other souvenirs beside.
“What a very long tail the lion has,” she said, as she looked at some bronze paper-weights that were models of the famous beast.
“Yes; it would make a lovely poem. ‘The Lion of St. Mark’s, with his very long tail,’——Go on.”
“‘Wept a whole week ’cos he wasn’t a whale,’” said Patty, promptly; for making verses was one of their favourite games; “go on, yourself.”
“‘For,’ he said, ‘here is water all over the place,——’”
“‘And I’m sure I could swim with exquisite grace.’”
“Good for you, Patty; you had the rhyming lines, that’s hardest. I’ll take ’em next time.”