"Not this time, Mrs. Kimberly."
"Come now, confess. What were you doing?"
Brother Francis demurred and protested but there was no escape. He pointed to The Towers. "I came out to see the beautiful illumination. It is very beautiful, is it not?"
"But that isn't all, for when we came along you were looking at the sky."
"Ah, the night is so clear--the stars are so strong to-night----"
"Go on."
"I was thinking of Italy."
CHAPTER XXVIII
"I never can catch Brother Francis, thinking of anything but Italy," remarked Kimberly.
"Who can blame him?" exclaimed Imogene.