Having seen all that was possible of the beautiful Islands of olden times, the tourists boarded a steamer and sailed past Messina and Corsica, up through the Gulf of Genoa, to the City of Genoa where the two cars were awaiting them.
“My! I never was so glad to see a car in all my life!” sighed Mrs. Alexander, eagerly examining her roadster to see if it was in good condition for the continuation of the tour.
“From Genoa we can travel along the Coast of the Mediterranean and enjoy the drive to the utmost, for we still have plenty of time to complete our tour back to Paris, and meet Ashby when he plans to be there,” said Mr. Fabian, as they got into the two autos and prepared to start.
The touring car led the way, Mrs. Alexander following, with Mrs. Fabian seated beside her. Perhaps that lady might not have felt quite so fearless with the chauffeur, if Mr. Fabian had not said that the road was splendid and that there were no dangerous places for Mrs. Alexander to run into.
They went through Savona, San Remo, and stopped at Monte Carlo to visit the place and see the famous gambling house.
“Ebeneezer, don’t you go to that wicked house to play!” exclaimed Mrs. Alexander, after they had refreshed themselves at the hotel and were ready to walk about and see Monte Carlo.
“I woulden’ think of doing such a thing, Maggie, with all these young girls to set an example for,” returned the little man, with a serious tone.
“I don’t want to go in there, at all,” declared Polly.
“It won’t hurt anyone to see it, Polly; they say it is one of the most gorgeous places in the world. The decorations and architecture are marvellous,” added Eleanor.
“Well, but don’t let us go near the gaming-tables,” Polly said, grudgingly.