There was wine in an amphora—how had Patsy managed it?—he poured the first glass on the ground in libation.
Looking at Armida and raising his glass, “Alle belle ragaze di Palestrina!” he said. The shepherd’s dog sniffed the spilt wine scornfully.
“Tutti gli Inglesi sono matti! (The English are all mad)!” muttered the shepherd.
Palazzo Rusticucci, Rome, 1899.
June in Italy is heaven. The weather is delicious. Life is pleasant and calm. J. has found a small American ice-chest, the only one in Rome; we are as proud as peacocks about it; Pompilia shows it off as if it were the great kohinoor. It is an economy in ice, which has only lately been introduced, and is fabulously dear. Nena fetches a tiny slab of artificial ice every afternoon, it is wrapped in thick felt, put into the American ice-chest, where it keeps the milk and wine cool. Green nuts are part of the
The Lady K.
From a red chalk drawing in the Collection of Mr. Thomas W. Lawson
Copyright, 1900, by John Elliott. From a Copley Print. Copyright, 1901, by Curtis & Cameron, Publishers, Boston.