"No, no, quite close. They are to turn off at the fountain and go up by the cathedral."
"Then Violet will perhaps hear them singing," cried the child, raising herself on her elbow, and flushing all over a lovely carmine colour. "I have often heard the women singing at the fountain in the evening."
"Yes, I daresay."
"Ah, how Violet would love to stand, like other little children in the street, and see the beautiful angels with their wings." A deep, longing sigh followed this remark.
Evelina made no reply, and Violet still followed her movements wistfully with her eyes, till at last they fell upon the little carriage, which she was at this moment dusting, and which she presently pushed somewhat further back into the corner.
"Just as far as the fountain," pleaded Violet with quivering lips.
"No, no, it is impossible; for the greatest crowd of all will be just there. They are all to gather at the fountain, which is to be decked out with flowers; and the first chorus is to be sung beside it. To drag a carriage through such a multitude of people would be out of the question."
"But in thine arms, Evelina; couldst thou not take me such a little way in thine arms?"
"In my arms, dear love? who ever heard of such a thing?"