Marion was silent, evidently sulking. But Aunt Caroline understood him, for when he left the table without a word she made no comment.
CHAPTER XI
TIVOLI—AND HADRIAN'S VILLA
"Tivoli," said Irma, as they sat at luncheon in a pleasant garden not far from the cascades, "has disappointed me."
"In what way?" asked Uncle Jim.
"Oh, the name sounds so bright and frivolous that you expect it to be very gay here, and it isn't."
"The cataracts are lively."
"Yes, they foam and roar like the falls of Lodore, when you reach them, but Tivoli itself is a crowded little town, and the people seem solemn. Even the Temple of the Sibyl is shabby and dirty, without looking old."