But there was no reply.
Far away out in the wonderful city, she heard the cry of a gondolier,--"Ohé"--and in through the window, there floated a butterfly of white, that had been beating its wings against the jalousies outside. Into the room it flew, dipping and dancing, swaying and lifting in the free air of the day just born.
THE END
*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CITY OF BEAUTIFUL NONSENSE ***