Miss Stellenthorpe's short, iron-grey curls were uncovered and parted in a masculine style on one side of her head, and she wore a dark-blue, fisherman's jersey and a pair of dark-blue knickerbockers. Her large, well-shaped legs and feet were bare.
"Aha! Good! Good!"
She kissed Lily upon both cheeks in an emphatic, foreign sort of way, and gazed at her with a fondly humorous smile.
"Ecco!" said Aunt Clo.
She hurried Lily across the little platform, affectionately grasping her arm, and talking so cordially all the while that her niece felt quite unable to interrupt her.
At last she said:
"My luggage, Aunt Clo. I'm afraid there's a trunk——"
"A trunk! Dio mio! Let us not forget the trunk!"
Aunt Clo sped back again, appearing not at all disconcerted, and disposed of the trunk question with much animation.
"The trunk," she exclaimed to Lily in mock-bombastic style, "the trunk is provided for. All is well with the trunk. It appears at the gate of Il Monasterio au plaisir de ce brave Lorenzo."