“Because I want you to be sure to see the man with his skin hanging over his arm.”
“What!”
“Yes, truly. It’s a great statue,—in the Cathedral, you know. The gentleman was flayed,—he was one of the noble family of martyrs,—and it was his whim to have his statue taken, with his whole skin flung gracefully over one arm. It’s a most impressive sight.”
“I should think so!” said Patty. “I’ll jot that down in my book. I’m making a list of things to see that are not in the guidebooks.”
“Well, you won’t find that in a guidebook. But be sure not to miss it.”
“We won’t,” said Mr. Fairfield, “it sounds extremely interesting.”
“I’m going to coax mother to let me go,” said Flo Carrington. “She’s always promised me an Italian trip, and Snippy could take me as well as not.”
“Who’s Snippy?” asked Patty.
“My governess. She’s been with us for years, and she’s awfully capable and well-travelled, and languaged, and all that. If she will take me, and mother lets me go, may I see you sometimes?”