"No," answered her father. "Not the surprise I am thinking about, though there are many nice ones here. We can drive about the city a little now, and see what it looks like."
"That will be fun," said Molly. "I hope the streets will not be so noisy and dirty as they were in Naples."
They were soon driving through broad streets and narrow streets, through streets where electric cars were speeding along, through old, old streets, and through big beautiful squares. It seemed as if they passed more great stone churches and handsome fountains than they had seen in all their lives before.
Their driver stopped his carriage near one of the largest of the fountains and said they should each throw a penny into the basin of water and take a drink from it before leaving Rome. Then they would surely visit the city again, for the legend says:
Cast your obulus in Trevi's fountain,
Drink and, returning home,
Pray that by stream or desert, vale or mountain,
All roads may lead to Rome.
"I am not sure yet that I want to come to Rome again," said Molly. "I think I will not throw my penny into the fountain until the last day I am here."
"I will show you something that will make you want to come again," said the driver. "I know what the Americans like."