"And come back in time to see the Colosseum by moonlight!" put in Tweetie ecstatically.
"Oh, yes!" said Mary Gowd.
Pa Gregg looked at his watch.
"Well, I'll be running along," he said. Then, in answer to something in Mary Gowd's eyes: "I'm not going to Tivoli, you see. I met a man from Chicago here at the hotel. He and I are going to chin awhile this morning. And Mrs. Gregg and his wife are going on a shopping spree. Say, ma, if you need any more money speak up now, because I'm—"
Mary Gowd caught his coat sleeve.
"One moment!"
Her voice was very low. "You mean—you mean Miss Eleanora will go to Tivoli and to the Colosseum alone—with—with Signor Caldini?"
Henry Gregg smiled indulgently.
"The young folks always run round alone at home. We've got our own car at home in Batavia, but Tweetie's beaus are always driving up for her in—"
Mary Gowd turned her head so that only Henry Gregg could hear what she said.