“Tcha! Tcha!”
“But perhaps—excuse me, but do you think we could get a good cup of tea there? We might manage with that—tea and some boiled eggs. Don’t you think so, Fanny? Could we get a cup of—”
The tram stopped. Hermione had pulled the cord that made the bell sound. She paid and got down. The tram carried away the English ladies, their pointed features red with surprise and indignation.
Hermione again began to walk, but almost directly she saw a wandering carriage and hailed the driver.
“Carrozza!”
She got in.
“Put me down at the ‘Trattoria del Giardinetto.’”
“Si, Signora—but how much are you going to give me? I can’t take you for less than—”
“Anything—five lire—drive on at once.”
The man drove on, grinning.