“ Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London ? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired.”

“This meat has surely been used for soup,” said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.

“I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!”

“Any nook does for me,” Miss Bartlett continued; “but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view.”

Lucy felt that she had been selfish. “ Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front —