"It's all the Italy you will get in the summer season," said Grandpapa.
"You must wait for cold weather before I take one of you there."
XXIV
THE ROUND ROBIN
"Dear me, how the summer is going!" mourned Polly, as they caught on the return journey the last glimpse of the roaring, tumbling Visp, and not all the craning of the necks could compass another view, as the cars drew them away from the rushing river.
"Never mind, Polly," said Jasper, "there's all next summer; and after our winter in Dresden, and all our hard work over music, won't it be fine, though, to jaunt round again?" and his eyes glistened.
"Dresden!" echoed Polly, sitting quite straight with very red cheeks;—"oh, Jasper!"
The magic word, "Dresden," had unlocked visions of months of future delight, bringing back every word of dear Herr Bauricke; all the instruction he had given her, on those happy days at Lucerne, that Polly felt quite sure were engraven deep on her heart to last forever and ever.
"And won't I study, though!" exclaimed Polly, to herself, "and make the professor that Herr Bauricke has engaged for me, glad that he teaches me, oh, won't I!"
"Well, I'm sorry the summer is going," said Adela, "because then I've got to leave you at Paris, and go into school."
"But you like your school," said Polly, brightly, "you've said so a dozen times, Adela."