Near by they saw the great black and white cathedral and the beautiful round baptistry where the babies of Pisa are all baptized.
Toward the west they looked across broad, green fields to the blue sea seven miles away. Two thousand years ago the sea was only two miles from Pisa, but the river Arno, which flows down from the mountains, brings with it a great deal of soil which it drops when it reaches the sea. In this way five miles of new land have been made between Pisa and the sea.
There was not much except the Leaning Tower in the now quiet little city of Pisa to interest the Sunbonnet Babies, so they followed the river Arno up toward the mountains as far as the beautiful city of Florence.
It was Maytime, and there were roses everywhere—roses to sell and roses to give away. For the first time in their short lives Molly and May had all the roses they wanted.
"Will you please let me sell your roses for you?"
"No wonder Florence is called the City of Flowers," said their mother one morning, as they visited the big flower market.
"Yes, everybody seems to be buying or selling flowers. Isn't it lovely?" cried Molly.
Then, before her parents knew what she was doing, Molly ran up to a small boy who was carrying two baskets of beautiful roses on a wooden yoke across his shoulders.
"O little boy!" she said. "Will you please let me sell your roses for you? I will give you all the money I make. I should love to sell them!"