gleaming large shoes upon the railing of the balustrade before him. "Ha!" she said to herself, but audibly. "The magnificent Goth again!" And she went away.
This was a new definition for Ogle, who already had several; but Tinker did not hear her. "Well, sir," he said, "I expect we better call it a day. You and I can get along all right because I've seen how you feel about my little girl, and I know how she feels about you. I'm glad you want to get right back to work; and we'll see you off on your steamer from Naples next week. We aren't goin' to be very long behind you gettin' back home. All I'm goin' to do is just give the family a little motor trip around Italy—Rome and Florence and Venice maybe—then we're goin' to come straight back to Naples and sail from there ourselves."
Laurence was pleasantly surprised. "I understood you were going to continue northward and sail from a French port. I thought the ladies had Paris in mind as"
"No, sir!" Tinker's tilted chair and his feet came down simultaneously with a bang. "We're not goin' anywhere near Paris," he said. "If Babe and Hon want to go to Paris, they can come over some other
