being tied to a ring in the masonry, while Vittorio sat at the forward end, holding her off, lest a passing steamboat or outward bound coaster should drive her against the wall. Under the awning was a glimpse of light draperies, and, as Pietro's gondola drew near, the young men could hear a fresh, girlish voice reading aloud.
"We're not in visiting trim," Geof called, gathering himself together, as they came up; "but we must know what you are improving your minds upon."
"We are reading Ruskin," May replied, in her most edifying tone of voice.
"Oh, St. Mark's Rest," said Kenwick. "You're getting enlightened about the pillars."
"It's very interesting," Pauline declared. "You know he tells us to have our gondola moored over here, and read what he has to say. Doesn't everybody do it?"
"Well, I don't think you'll ever find San Giorgio fringed with gondolas,"
