"Just think," she said, finally, "we land in Naples just four weeks from to-day!"
"Hope the boat don't sail."
"You don't."
"Do!"
"If you aren't just the limit!"
"What'll I be doing while you're gallivanting round the country with some Italian count?"
"I should worry."
"I better put a bee in Izzy's ear, and maybe he'll put another in your father's, and the old gentleman will change his mind and won't go."
"Yes—he—will—not! When papa promises he sticks."
"Well, you don't know the nervy things I can do if I want. Nerve is my middle name."