Rafael in Italy / A Geographical Reader

than you are, Edith," she said at last. "It isn't possible that he can be a good guide. There will be

nd none in the shops near the Piazza. She had made her wish known, by signs, to one of the young boys idling at the base

waved the empty hand, saying, "Viva l'Italia!" and asked very lo

Clock Tower, in which the clock has been marking the hours ever since Columbus discovered America. Beyo

row streets and lanes threading the islands on which the city is built. It is possible to walk anywhere b

into a dark room, looking out upon a dirty little canal,-far away from the rose

and a dozen ragged, hungry-looking men

ther for several moments, and then the man brought a small flag from a far corner of the room. The bright r

Edith, putting her hands beh

k loudly, which so frightened Mrs. Sprague tha

ur fingers. "Quatt

gnantly; "that is almost one doll

t Mrs. Sprague dropped the money into an old chair, and seizing the flag wit

t bridge she saw, and struck into another narrow lane. She was too anxious as to her whereabouts to notice the

man with a basket of fried fish on his arm took a piece of money from the woman's basket and put in its place a fish from hi

in the canal for his daily bath. The baby was tied to the end of a long rope which his mother gen

y where many people were moving toward a church. As they neared the building, the leather curtain, which hangs at the entranc

carried larger ones; and everyone stopped to buy

r mother suddenly entered the Piazza of St. Mark, which had grown so

f it again," said Mrs. Sprague

he said, "we shall see no more boys selling glasses of water at odd corners; nor shall we see women frying cakes in the streets, a

er to employ him. "He can speak both English and

, and held her attention. "The golden spinner is the smallest of all

"Very well," she said, "we will go through the D

e, Nicolo," he said, and led the way at once to the beautiful entrance just beyond the corn