They glided around corners and through narrow canals, until at last their gondolier stopped his boat close by the marble steps of a handsome stone building.
"This is to be our home while we stay in Venice," said the Sunbonnet Babies' father.
"Oh! I wish we could stay here always," Molly said softly.
The pigeons were as tame as little chickens
As the days went by, Molly and May did not change their minds. Venice was like a fairy land to them, and the hundreds of beautiful pigeons that live about the Piazza of St. Mark were the cunningest of playmates.
Each morning the children hurried to the piazza to help give the doves their breakfast of corn and peas. They were as tame as little chickens. They would coo and flutter about the Sunbonnet Babies and eat from their hands as if they had always been friends.
Sometimes a brave little pigeon would stand on one of the sunbonnets