Miss T. Not much. My face just made that ice-water boil over. I don't believe I'll ever have a complexion again—it's divided up among several dozen mosquitoes, who've no use for one. But it's vurry consoling to look at you, Mr. Culchard, and feel there's a pair of us. Now what way do you propose we should endeavour to forget our sufferings?
Culch. Well, we might spend the morning in St. Mark's——?
Miss T. The morning! Why, Poppa and I saw the entire show inside of ten minutes, before breakfast!
Culch. Ah! (Discouraged.) What do you say to studying the Vine and Fig-tree angles and the capitals of the arcades in the Ducal Palaces? I will go and fetch the Stones of Venice.
"I GUESS YOU WANT TO COLOGNEyour CHEEKS—THEY'RE DREADFUL LUMPY."
Miss T. I guess you can leave those old stones in peace. I don't feel like studying up anything this morning—it's as much as ever I can do not to scream aloud!
Culch. Then shall we just drift about in a gondola all the morning, and—er—perhaps do the Academy later?
Miss T. Not any canals in this hot sun for me! I'd be just as sick! That gondola will keep till it's cooler.
Culch. (losing patience). Then I must really leave it to you to make a suggestion!