“’Deed I have. Let’s go back and look at Constantine’s Arch, while we have this one in mind.”
“Come on, let’s do that same,” said Lank. “And then we must be getting back to our bereaved parents.”
“So we must,” said Patty. “I forgot all about going home. Well, good-by old sandwich man, you put up a first-class arch, I think.”
“And my hotel chef put up first-class sandwiches, I think,” said Peter.
“They were so,” said Violet, enthusiastically. “I don’t know how you happened to think we’d be hungry.”
“Oh, when people want bread they’re not satisfied with stones, not even carved ones,” said Peter; and then they all trudged slowly up the foot-path toward the entrance gate.
Patty kicked affectionately at the fragments of columns and bits of carved marble that bordered the path.
“I wonder where that used to be,” she said, pausing before a broken stone face, which showed only the mouth and chin.
“Right under somebody’s nose,” said Lank, with a grin, and Violet reproved him for being so foolish.
“I like foolishness,” said Patty, smiling at the boy; “but I mean I wonder where the whole statue was.”