"Katie thought you might like to come in here for the rest of the journey."
"Probably Katie herself wishes to change," whispered Richard.
Whereupon Ellen jumped lightly from the carriage, and a moment later she and Katie had exchanged places.
San Gimignano lost none of its picturesqueness as they drew near it, passing olive orchards and vineyards as they went up the hill.
"What a beautiful country!" cried Irma. "The people up there must be very happy if it is all as pretty."
It was now growing dusk, and the horses took the last turn very quickly. Irma noticed that Katie was quiet. Could it be that she and Marion had had some disagreement? The driver hurried on through an arched gateway.
"Oh, a narrow, city street," cried Irma, in a tone of disappointment.
"No matter," responded Richard, as their horse clattered along. "We'll get some fun out of it to-morrow. Now, in the dusk, I'll admit it does look rather like a tenement district."
After their long, warm drive, it wasn't a pleasing prospect to find their hotel on this narrow street instead of in a pleasant garden, as Katie said she had pictured it.